I've found a way to shop with you. Or at least some what. You hide under the racks and then giggle and I try to find you (while browsing the clothes) and then you poke your head out and say "I found you!"
You're my black and white boy. Things are right and things are wrong and there is nothing else. I love your heart for justice and Your brain for things to make sense and be consistent. I love the person you are.
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