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Mr. Manners. 2010-04-10 - 10:41 p.m. I finished brushing his teeth and swiped a wet hand over his mouth - cheek-to-cheek - to get rid of any remnants of toothpaste. I turned to the towel rack but it was empty so I strode to the linen closet, his little footsteps pattering after me. "There you go buddy." I said, holding out the towel. He gathered it in his little hands and wiped his face. "Tank you." said a little voice as he turned back towards his room. And then I melted into a little puddle. The end.
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