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Parental Bliss Some say silly siblings sow subliminal seeds of something sour, like pickles pinching puckered cheeks or lemons lounging on lingual lips. But I say siblings seek to squeeze an ounce from our one and only hour of peacefully pure parental bliss, the time it took for writing this.
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