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Dahlia sniffled and cried as she clung to the model tightly. All she wanted to say was three simple words. “I love you.” She wanted to say them more than anything else in the world, but try as she might she failed to get them all out at once. She cried into Francine, despairing over the fact that her feelings will never be known.
Anya spent several hours upset in her room. She didn't make him dinner! It didn't particularly matter, though. By this point, a pretty regular stream of medicine was coursing through him, and so that night, he would discover that the situation was worse than he had thought. He would wake up the next morning in soiled pants, and with a hungry belly... And Anya didn't run to help him like she usually would!
Anya smiled at him. "Oh Mikey... You HAVE changed. For the better." She whispered and stroked his cheek with her comparatively huge thumb. She ignored her husband becoming more and more uncomfortable. She held him and rocked him and patted his back, not showing any mercy! She really was going to make him poop himself for the first time in years!
Francine saw the girl getting upset, and she frowned deeply. "Oh, oh my sweet little girl don't cry!" She said and brought her into a tight hug. "I didn't mean to upset you! I'm so sorry my beautiful little dolly!" She said dramatically and gave her a real big squeeze.