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When a little kid falls over, The silence that follows after is the worst. Because their either absolutely fine, or filling their lungs with enough air to mimic an air raid siren.
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Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 10:38 AM UTC
Babysitting My Cousins....
When a little kid falls over, The silence that follows after is the worst. Because their either absolutely fine, or filling their lungs with enough air to mimic an air raid siren.
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Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 10:38 AM UTC
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