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2004-03-17 - 11:12 p.m. She cooed, "Baby bird! Where is your mommy? Where is your Daddy? Where is your Papa Jens?" Her confusion, it was understandable. It really did look like a tiny lost baby from where I was sitting. She has a cold, and wanted to be held a lot this evening, with her head rested on my chest. I will miss her something fiery fierce. Oh, Ms. Nossy.
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