Seven weeks have passed. Exactly 74 days to the holidays (!!!) Time fliesssssss and in no time Alethea would be flying off. My life...
I don't know if your parents (or dad in particular) does this to you, but mine does this to me ALL THE TIME. He would catch an insect, spider cockroach beetle whichever, and run towards me with that creature in his hand. I had two such experiences just yesterday and I don't even want to recall them. Nevertheless, I still love him despite all he's done. (As if he has done something really terrible hahahaha seriously)
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