A boy poked my breasts yesterday morning.
I refrained from ending him, as he appeared to be genuinely fascinated by them, and the poke he gave was a very gentle and careful one.
Plus, of course, backhanding a three-year-old that had to stand on his uppermost tiptoe simply in order to reach seemed mean.
...Well; it would've been, wouldn't it?
Alice. x
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