*As I exit out of my car I smiled warmly at my two young children who excitedly rummaged out of the backseat, squealing on about their birthday in two weeks from now. * " Alrighty, who wants waffle fries ? " Each child gave a curt nob before marching behind me into the house where ny wife awaited my return, her hair did up in a messy bun with her dirty overalls from painting our baby boy's bedroom a beautiful sky blue. Everything was perfect.
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