[Okay. Don't apologize for starting, Newendyke, just take it easy. Again he nods under a heavy paw, loving the feeling of Larry's hand on his head. His face. Everything. He reaches up to take that paw and bring it down to his mouth where his lips purse against his palm.]
I love who you are, you old son of a bitch.
[Not a dirty one, although Mr. White can be dirty, sometimes.]
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I love who you are, you old son of a bitch.
[Not a dirty one, although Mr. White can be dirty, sometimes.]