So Mommy has a brother. He is my Uncle Ralph. i know he's supposed to be a good guy. It takes me a while to recognize people. When i don't i go through phases of faces. Uncle Stephen better get his but up to my house more otherwise he is next!
Yes i cried. I know who i know.
Eventually Uncle Ralph and I made up. I went to his house to see his cat, the only cat in the family still bigger than me...Gucci is her name. There was fire. It was pretty. I was also snuck a taste of something called a cookie...not bad...but i still prefer my bottle, for now.
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