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I love when he naps in my lap. His arms folded across his chest, long legs almost hanging off the side of the couch. There is a painting of him sleeping that hangs on the wall of his bedroom, and it is very accurate. He’s so sweet, and sleepy when he smiles at me and mumbles “You’re so pretty” before falling back into a quiet snore. I’m more or less trapped here but that’s okay. I’ve got my **** and redbull and him.
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Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 9:05 PM UTC
Sleep
I love when he naps in my lap. His arms folded across his chest, long legs almost hanging off the side of the couch. There is a painting of him sleeping that hangs on the wall of his bedroom, and it is very accurate. He’s so sweet, and sleepy when he smiles at me and mumbles “You’re so pretty” before falling back into a quiet snore. I’m more or less trapped here but that’s okay. I’ve got my **** and redbull and him.
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Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 9:05 PM UTC
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