Bedtime at yee mou (Aunty) Mas last night was a bit settled than the night before. And Edrick was just rolling in the seven or eight pillows, on a stack of four or five comforters, until he found one pillow that he fancied.
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Edrick: Oh Mom! This pillow is sooo fluffy I can feel the glory!
Mommy: You can feel the what, pardon me?
Edrick: The glory!
Mommy: And what does glory feel like? I am curious now.
Edrick: Glory feels like the fluffiness of this pillow.
Mommy: Mmmmmmhhh how did I guess.
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I should have known better. Some pleasures are simply indescribable.
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Questa è Enida 
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