She takes up more space than her 4.6 lb. body ought.
Somehow, you find a situation that works for the both of you and drift off . . .
Sooner than you do, Sophie wakes up.
She rousts you, for it's time to play.
And play you do.
She's very ferocious.
She abandons you to gnaw on her stuffed whale.
In the end, you get little sleep, but it seems Sophelia is satisfied with her afternoon, and your needs matter little anyhow.
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I was totally bored and, I admit, snoopong around when I came across your blog. Whitney told me that you are somewhat of an amazing writer, and I must say, I agree. Good work on keeping me entertained!
Whitney's sister-in-law, Emily
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