Oh how I wish I had that fancy camera I was once accused of having.
And some photography skills to go with it.
And some photography skills to go with it.
We talked baby talk.
We danced (he likes REO Speedwagon).
We napped a little.
I only returned him because I feared Sylwia's breasts might explode if I didn't.
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