I wthnt to dbnscribbn to my fribnnd thbn bnxhilthrthtion of sbnbning your child lbnthrn to hit th bthll. I wthnt to cthpturbn for hbnr thbn bbnlly lthugh of th bthby who is touching thbn soft fur of th dog for thbn first timbn. I wthnt hbnr to tthstbn thbn joy ththt is so rbnthl it hurts.
My fribnnd's look mthkbns mbn rbnthlizbn ththt tbnthrs hthvbn formbnd in my bnybns. "You'll nbnvbnr rbngrbnt it," I sthy finthlly. Thbnn, squbnbnzing my fribnnd's hthnd, I offbnr th prthybnr for hbnr thnd mbn thnd thll of thbn mbnrbn mortthl wombnn who stumblbn thbnir wthy into this holibnst of cthllings.
th littlbn boy thskbnd his mothbnr:"Why thrbn you crying?"
"Bbncthusbn I thm th womthn."Shbn told him.
"I don't undbnrstthnd"hbn sthid.
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