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Shiloh
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Sort of. Honestly, y'all have toughened me only slightly, but that was enough. I know I may appear weak. Y'all just don't know the tough I am
Kinda like when your favorite dog gets to snuggle in the bed during a bad rumble storm.They put me to sleep, and I know why. My mother was scared to death of storms, When I was a rug rat and a storm came up, she'd grab my older brother and me and cuddle up with him on her side and me in her arms. Ain't no place a baby boy feels safer than in momma's arms. She'd rock me to sleep, safe and warm. A good thunderstorm still puts me to sleep.
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