I love those lazy Sunday afternoons when she puts her head on my lap and sleeps. I keep on staring at her and kiss her forehead. These little things are kind of priceless.

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I love those lazy Sunday afternoons when she puts her head on my lap and sleeps. I keep on staring at her and kiss her forehead. These little things are kind of priceless.

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