
out. When
I'm laying
my face on
my moms,
it makes me
happy. I
can hear
my mom's
heartbeat.
That's cool.
That was
my musak
for 9 months.
I can also
smell her
shirt. It
smells like
'mommy'.
When I
pull away

from her,
I can't
hear her
heartbeat
or smell
her shirt
so much.
Either way,
I'm a happy
camper.
What a
drag that
I won't be
a baby too
much longer. I know that one day, I'm gonna
wish that I can just lay on my mommy's shirt
and smell it. I hope when I'm older, she'll let
me hug her and listen to her heartbeat."
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