So I'm in my office and I realize that as I'm looking at my computer screen I'm murmuring “oh, aren’t you pretty? You are so pretty. [sigh] No. But...you’re just so pretty, though…”
And then I realize Max has come downstairs and passed by the door and it's possible she heard me whispering sweet nothings. And for a moment I worry before I decide that, yeah, she probably has a pretty good idea of what I'm looking at.
Of course they're silly and unnecessary. But...but...when I was 9 years old, see...
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