Fluffies.

I fear by time Evie has grown up, I may be long buried under a mountain of them…

Posted on October 29, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. So lovely… childhood is such a precious time… she’s a beautiful child… with beautiful parents. xxx

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  2. We have a similar problem in this dwelling….the soft toys, with their pleading button eyes, make themselves all too real….the fleshling mother in the dwelling hasn’t the heart to give them away. Actually, that’s probably why I’m still around!

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  3. Fabulous – happy fluffies, happy Evie 🙂

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