the photos speak for themselves but it's times like this that i want to be on the first flight home to inhale these sweet milky bundles with their round bellies and sticky out tongues. my sister is the willing hand model in this case and how i wish there was some way of being there to kiss and cuddle the lot of them. i say i don't like dogs / that i only like my own but then we've a litter and all that machismo melts and i'm reduced to a swooning mess. strange how babies (ugh) fail to elicit the same effect. similarly, maintain i'll like my eventual offspring and friends' kiddies at a stretch because they're an extension of people i like. but random kids? no thank you.
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