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| Sushi |
When the girls were playing in laundry the other night, they particularly gravitated toward one article of clothing, a thick sweatshirt of Dave's. They burrowed deep inside, ran up and down both of the sleeves, and generally did not want to leave. Normally when I put my hands near them they stop whatever they are doing and quickly run up to perch on my shoulders. Last night they wanted none of this, and each time I tried to grab them they simply burrowed deeper into the sweatshirt.
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| Saké |
Dave might end up sacrificing his sweatshirt for them.
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