My Tiny Whisper and I have had an ongoing dialogue for as long as I can remember. My Tiny Whisper is the bold yin to my cautious yang, the devil who makes the angel sing LOUDLY, the coaxer who takes me on grand adventures (literally and figuratively). And if any of that fails–when any of that fails–my Tiny Whisper feeds me donuts, allows me to nap instead of exercise, and lets me go to bed without brushing my teeth. I just adore her!
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