No, Wait, I’m Pretty Sure We’re Non-Fiction
Wonderboy was sitting on my lap this morning when Rose tried to pick him up. He, being quite comfy at the moment, yowled at her and squirmed away. She shrugged. “I know, I know,” she told him. “Mom’s your favorite character.”
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