Sorry I am late

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I had an official dinner, which wasn't compulsory. But I chose to go because sometimes it matters. I am sorry that I wasn't there to put you to bed. This is how you greeted me when I got home just now. 


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Yeesi7 said…
Aww, sweet baby.
I get the feeling that she was looking for her mama and fell asleep...
August 30, 2013 at 5:55 AM
Kuenza said…
I know...look at her. Not the best picture. By the way, when are you graduating?
August 30, 2013 at 12:43 PM
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