are you going with us to the beach yaya nila?
we’re going to camp out hence the kumot over our heads!
wowa held me until i coughed and coughed and cried. after a while i got to sleep na. and then mommy put some vicks on my bib so it’ll help clear out the clog.
i now know what a cold is. and i think i don’t like it. i think it blows! (get it, get it? cold=blows? hihihihi, i’m being clever!)
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