Sung sweetly in her crib, heard over the monitor:
I'm a naked time daaaancer.
Just a blanket and my shooooes.
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The Tot.
Jogi the Mouse.
Sophie Salome
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Josephine Marie
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- Josephine's Baptism!
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- The Little Self.
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