
MISHEK
cry, cry, cry, cry, cry.
is that all you ever do?
cry, hit, cry, sleep, cry.

KWASHI
you always lick me.
do i really taste that good?
i think i do not.

ZENABU
BOOM BOOM, here you come.
such a densely packed toddler.
all four cheeks so round.
like arrows in the hand of a warrior are children of one's youth. blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! psalm 127:4-5
Cute!!
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