Jabs this morning. Oh so wretched. The poor perfect little body prodded and pricked all over. Now he sleeps, restoring that carefree giggle and joy we get drunk on. Just in time for Valentine's Day weekend. Rest, my little one.
2.11.2011
Poor little mite...
Jabs this morning. Oh so wretched. The poor perfect little body prodded and pricked all over. Now he sleeps, restoring that carefree giggle and joy we get drunk on. Just in time for Valentine's Day weekend. Rest, my little one.
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