Whoa—he’s getting tall.


    I wish it was as easy as convincing a friend to give me a flower tattoo. That would be easier than this!


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    I wish I could just live in the forest. Then I could always feel this peace, right?


    The poor creature—no one should suffer alone.


    Perhaps the forest isn’t as friendly to live in as I thought.


    Why would he put himself in danger by letting me fall onto him? He should have just let me fall…


    That is where I belong. That was the system in which I am destined to stay in.


    Why is he crying? Why would he cry over me?