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He runs me. He owns me. He never gives me a moments rest. So demanding he is, but what can I expect from someone so...short. He's height-challenged, tough and sometimes mean- throws tantrums, bites and hits.
He's rough and I need some loving. He does that too - big hugs, little kisses and the occasional rub. Did I mention he's little? I'm not saying he has a complex, but not denying it either.
He’s really cute, even handsome, and always able to melt my heart- when he’s not stomping on it. He’s a firecracker and practically a pimp for attention – he wants it at any cost.
An obvious question is why do I put up with such a little man? What do I get out of it? The satisfaction of knowing I’m his and he’s all mine. Always comes home to me or with me- he doesn’t drive.
Now that I think about it – he doesn’t pay bills, cook or clean either. Wait a minute! Why do I love him so? Because... he’s my first, maybe my only, and when he grows up- I’m gonna give him hell.
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