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The Simple Things

Friday, February 10, 2006

It's always the simple things that matter. The simple things seam together to form a nice beautiful blanket that keeps us warm and fuzzy, against the merciless cold.

The simple things that Rebel does plaster a smile upon my face always. Like how he refuses to get off my dad's favourite seat because that's his favourite seat too. Or how he defiantly engages in a staring session with the Empress Dowager - my mum.

Or how he sleeps at night. Like this.



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