Oh, what a terrible morning that was. My sleep has been sinister the past days, I've been perpetualy waking up for no reason. Maybe I have a much better intuition than I thought, I kept telling myself I can't feel the vibes. Mia, my little baby is gone. I will love and miss you, my little ball of wool.
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