GOTTA MUSCLE UP

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In this photo, Sadako is being carried by Honeybun.

I carry her too sometimes (Sadako, not Honeybun): when she's sleepy or bored and crying, or when I am bored or I want to spend quality time with her. But I find myself giving up before long. She's getting heavier and heavier and my arms are alrwady complaining.

Gotta muscle up.

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