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February 16, 2015



Oh, poor little pie! I hope you both have a better week.

Mary (Owlhaven)

oh, poor child!


Ugh. Poor Sophia, and poor mom. Sending healing vibes from ND...


poor baby, good thing she has her ever loving mama to care for her!

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