This was my first favorite spot. Not anymore because Aunt Joan rearranged the couches. Now I could no longer lean on the white cold wall as I lay on top of the couch with my legs and arms hanging. I love it whenever my mum rests her head on it because I get the chance to attack her hair. It feels like I’m playing with yarn ball or a net. No offense mum! I just love your hair.
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