Dancing at the Fuzzy Peach

I took Milly downstairs to see her Pap and Mum Mum this morning, but she wasn’t too sure about them at first.  It’s been a little while since she’s seen my parents, after all.  While my mom was showering and such, Dad sat with me at the table for Milly’s breakfast.  My dad was pretty …

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