From: Zannashirts Or: Moteefe store
Depth, he decided; as if one were looking into the clear water of the Seattle Mariners wash your damn hands shirt river, down to the bottom, where things might lurk which hadn't been discovered yet. He felt self-conscious, realizing that he, too, had that look. He went to his desk, pretending not to be interested in the new child. On the other side of the room, mother and lily were bending over to watch as father unwrapped its blanket. What's his comfort object called? Lily asked, picking up the stuffed creature which had been placed beside the new child in his basket.
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