“Here you go, Mr. Beak, Unicorn, Quick-Quack, and Mr. I-don’t-know-what-you-are.” After clipping them alongside one another, she pulls the cord, raising the clothesline, letting the toys to dry. “I hope my boy doesn’t know y’all are gone when he wakes.”
In that second, however, comes a wail from inside. “Ah damn it,” she mutters and rushes into the house. Her little boy did notice his friends have disappeared. “You’re looking for your friends, ain’t you?” Immediately, he stops crying as she picks him from his crib. “Don’t I wish I have friends like them.” She sighs and takes him outside.
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Aww, so sweet. Now his friends are all clean and fragrant.
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Yes! 😀
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🥹
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Cute. I’m sorry if the mom’s friends smell bad, though.
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Thanks, I think the mom was referring to friendship loyalty though, as opposed to how they smelled. 😀
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I’m sure she was, I was just being silly. 🙂 Just my warped sense of humor.
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😀 😀 😀
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There is no friend like an imaginary friend. Nicely done.
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Absolutely! Thank you. 🙂
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Lovely little snippet of ordinary life. Heartwarming.
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Thank you. 🙂
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One needs so many skills be a parent. I enjoyed this story
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Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed the story. 🙂
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