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[noceba]

Those poor little children.

They're probably crying, positively weeping, for their anxious mothers: poor things, poor things.
Oh, if only I had children. Little darling angels.

And wouldn't they be pretty.
And wouldn't they be sweet.

Comments

[therecidivist]

Well hello there creepy cat lady, you sure play-like you got heart to spare for 'lil brats.

[noceba]

I've got heart enough for all innocent creatures.

[therecidivist]

Oh hey hold up there! No one is innocent. Everyone feels gulity about something.

[noceba]

I don't feel particulary ashamed about any of my actions.

[noceba]

Because I would love them.
And they would be mine.

[noceba]

I don't love possessions.