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I know now that I love you, though I can not see your face. I know, too that I miss you though you're always at my place. Every time I move, we dance. Our hearts the only beat. Every time you kick, I laugh. Your touch is such a treat. Only four more months to go before I get to see your smiles. I think, my perfect baby boy, that we will name you Myles.
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