All is quiet. I sit down.
Noah calls. "Gamma, where are you?"
"Would Noah like to write a blog?"
Paper and crayons are quickly provided.
Mommy leaves. Noah Leaves.
Noah calls. "Gamma, where are you?"
"Would Noah like to write a blog?"
Paper and crayons are quickly provided.
Mommy leaves. Noah Leaves.
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