One time when I was at Goody Sammy's trying on what was soon to be my ninth Granny Jumper and this amazing
Elaine Benes dress, a toddler crawled under the changing room curtain and looked up at me in my sexy Bonds end-of-the-washing-week dacks. Hands that I'm assuming belonged to his father picked him up and then a voice that I'm assuming belonged to his father too said "good boy."
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