yes, yes she does. the other day that baby ("Das Baby") was kissing me obsessively, grabbing my head and basically trying to french my nose. She also stuck my headphones inside my nostril. This is getting to be too much! I had to untangle my limbs from her diaperclad perspicacity today, claiming the need to work. Which really is a need. Sometimes being liked is worse than not being liked, huh?
But I think that Xica and I have truly made a peace pact. If there were a peace pipe, we'd be smoking it. That is, if she was more than three years old.
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