dave (part one)

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By wife2be

the little boy thats sitting there why does he on that stare, that stare in which he does not blink it's as if you get lost and you don't want to think he looks and looks but you don't see he wants people to let him be. they talk ad talk yet he does not care all he does is stare and stare

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