The nugget appears here decked out in her traffic cone dress. Cutest cone on the lot, and able to comprehend a completely autonomous version of reality. Last night, my birthday, her mom dressed her for Metal. She loved the loud music and new faces. Ruby, it is fun waking up near you, your optimism in the face of each new day is a lesson we will not forget. New vocalizations today, spent some time implementing surprised shouts, pique, infant pique. So ephemerable, this person, who transfigures with each passing day, like a tulip, or a skunk cabbage, rising from black earth, much of its program preset by genes and previous development, but nothing in her biology prepares her for elevators, Blue Oyster Cult, the Green Line flowing over traffic.
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She's a beaut. I think the traffic cone look really suits her.
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