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Stairs
“These stairs look… daunting,” I finished her thought. She was in unbelief that I used that word. I love walking with her. Getting used to a slower pace was challenging, but I adapted. Sometimes, I slip up and walk faster, but she rightfully tells me to slow down. When she’s with me, my precious little…
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Puppy 🐶
“You’re my puppy,” she said. “Yes, I am,” I thought. She engages in playful banter, tenderly calling me her “puppy” with a smile. Much like a devoted owner, she showers me with attention, gives gentle pats on the head, and at times treats (kisses, of course) when I obediently come running towards her signals. It’s…
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Sofa 🛋️
“Let’s attach the sofas,” she said. “You can’t be serious,” I chuckled. She was serious indeed. She even showed me how she’d connect them, making shapes with her tiny little fingers. I loved her so much in that moment. So I gave it a thought, let’s try for one night. I could tell it was…
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Protected: Sting
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Writing
“You write!” she said. “Little does she know,” I thought. I’ve been here. I’ve been through these spurts of writing, letting it flow through me. When it cannot, I force it out of myself for my own good. Those memories are blurry. I don’t remember writing anything in my childhood. I remember listening, having distinct…