"But, Winter," Phouka whined. "I do not want to care for a baby."
He had seen them, always wet and screaming and crying in their prams.
"They leak. And they cry."
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"But, Winter," Phouka whined. "I do not want to care for a baby."
He had seen them, always wet and screaming and crying in their prams.
"They leak. And they cry."