After I swooned over the story of love my wee 6-year-old wrote, is it bad to say I laughed at the thought that we were once in love and then disfigured one another?
Once my mom and dad were in love. And when they were in love they got mared [sic]. And my sister was born. And then I was born. Me and my sister love them.
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It better not be bad… because that’s exactly what I would have done.
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