Cherry Coke

[angela_n_hunt]

And here’s the Mouse, also equally giant. Just this morning as I was hugging her, I told her for the first time something that was an echo of the sort of thing my father used to say.

“You are so so big. I remember when you were so tiny and would fall asleep on me.”

And she hugged me back and said that she wished sometimes that she was still tiny and could be with me always.

Yeah.

I’m a puddle of goo.

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