WHITE 9-10-09 6.
Luke puts it in his mouth.
No, no, no; you feed me.
Your son is hopeless.
Squeeze in tight.
You can't do this every morning. It
is way too corny.
Smile. It's just until he's eighteen.
It flashes. Lara kisses John, puts an alien-looking electric
Sweetie, you have to stop believing
everything you read in a catalogue.
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