The two of you were talking. He smiles and chuckles to himself as you crouch down, distracted by a new pretty flower that you hadnt notices before. He stops talking and looks down at you from his seat on the bench. What are you doing, my love? He chuckles, followinf your gaze. Oh, that is a very pretty flower, but not even close to as pretty as you, little one. He gentle strokes your hair, looking at you with pure love and care.
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