scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

19.12.07

there is totally a secret international brotherhood of babywearers. There's no handshake but there's a sort of a nod, a selfconscious grin. Instead of a handshake you squeeze your own partner's hand and you sort of all glow at each other, even when it's dark night and freezing sleety cold and your gluhwein has gone chill. Or, in M's case, your elderberry punch.

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