I miss your feathery touch, your miniature hand, your small voice, your perfect skin, your pulsing warmth, the perfume that you wear, your eye locking gaze, your slighty wet hair, your fascinating stories, your curious questions, your inner kid, your mature advice, your comforting words. I miss your present. I miss you.
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