If you could just hold me and let me catch a nap, I'd really appreciate it. This whole "being born" deal totally wiped me out. I feel like Nicole Ritchey after taking a flight of stairs. Did you know we weigh about the same? I should totally let her have my cap. She could cut a hold in the crown and use it for a tank top.
Anyway, that's neither here nor there. It's sleepy time.
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