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Wednesday 11th June 2008
A conversation regarding rugs, hydroponics, asteroids and erm . . . no, that was another day . . . Gladys - this can't be right - they must have installed a key-logger. ABORT! ABORT!
    
A****** wanted to hold R******, so why the hell not, eh? The only proviso (is that a word?): A******, you have to be sat down on the sofa, arms in a baby-holding position. Yeah - all these pictures look vaguely similar; I couldn't be bothered to pick and choose, deleting and rotating. Not enough time/inclination. Of course, once A****** was the same size (or thereabouts) as R******, but now - as these pictures make abundantly clear - he's grown a lot. I think I'm trying to find a succinct way of saying you don't realise how fast someone grows/changes when you're with 'em all the time.
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