Loving my son, building my son, touching my son, playing with my son, being with my son_ these aren__ tasks that only super dads can perform. These are tasks that every dad should perform. Always. Without fail.
Poor little lambs,_ says one, eyeing us constantly, as if there is something wrong with us; as if we have a condition that can__ be named._ Pastel Orphans
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Poor little lambs,_ says one, eyeing us constantly, as if there is something wrong with us; as if we have a condition that can__ be named._ Pastel Orphans
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