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Snug tight, nine months in his Mommy's womb.Patient - a flower waiting to bloom, Our Austin took his first sip of airat St. Peters Hospital, unclothed and bare. Swaddled in the hospital grade wrapand donned in the matching standard cap,he felt…
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“Would you scratch my foot again? These wool socks make me itchy.”
“What about biting your tongue?”
The grandfather smiled. “I only do that when my feet-scratchers aren’t around.”
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As a boy, he had little hope of ever becoming anything.
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