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Our Son
"Hey, how's it going?"
"Fine."
"You have rehearsal tonight?"
"Yeah."
"Did you eat your pizza yet?"
"No, not yet."
"Ok. I'm down at Bensons (pet store).
Gotta get our son some treats."
"Our son??"
"Yeah. Our son. Oliver. He's 57 years old."
"Oh Corey..."
2 comments:
He says it, but you know you think it.
We ask one another, "did you feed the children?"
Embrace your furry "child."
i LOVE my little furbaby and i refer to myself as her mama.
just go with it...free yourself!
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