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Jun 2016
We have tickle fights until we can't breathe
He puts his ice cream spoon on my back so I'll scream
He picks me up cause he knows I can't stop it
He licks my face when I go in for a kiss
God I love him.
Kristen Renee Smith
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Kristen Renee Smith  20/F
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