The halo, though indistinct, floats above his head, his angelic smile melts your frantically frustrated heart.
He is so sweet, so innocent, he could not possibly have anything to do with the chocolate stains on the couch or the broken plates hidden in the garden or the psuedo art work on your walls.
He is so sweet, so innocent, he could not possibly have anything to do with the chocolate stains on the couch or the broken plates hidden in the garden or the psuedo art work on your walls.
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