In high school, we called it the negative.
I happen to like the negative a lot.
Especially in jeans.
It might just be my favorite attribute of his.
But don't tell him.
I don't want him thinking that this could be his ticket to kid number two.
I'm still trying to recover from kid number one.
Speaking of...
I think kid number one inherited the negative .
We'll call this one Negative 2.0.
We'll call this one Negative 2.0.
Which I happen to also love.
A lot.
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