Love is . . .
. . . running for Mommy when your tummy feels bad.
. . . consoling the fur child who just barfed all over your white pillowcase, mere centimeters away from your head, at 5:00 in the morning.
. . . consoling the fur child who just barfed all over your white pillowcase, mere centimeters away from your head, at 5:00 in the morning.
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