Celina was being her normally chatty self, talking to me with her head upside down.
Curtis was asleep. It was all I could do not to dive into his tummy and motorboat him.
And for good measure, both together, shot a few days ago. Curtis had just pulled his head out from beneath the quilt. I think they know when I pick up the camera. Sometimes they care, sometimes not.
Deadwood of the Day
In the same file number serendipity department.
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