It's hard to be a baby. Because I was the one that everyone was running. I wasn't running anybody.Actually, the word administration doesn't sound good. I know why. Things that are difficult are not attractive enough.I'm really right. There is no disbelief. I hope so.Let me tell you my memories.
I was a baby, but I was a smart baby. Now I'm smart. I was very smart.My brother made too much noise and woke me up while I was asleep. And I woke up both times.
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I was pretty sweet with the beauty of my pink pajamas.Crying suits me very well. It was a rule for me to cry because I was a baby.
