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she said and I pressed my nose against hers.
"Yes, it's mama," I whispered as I say down on the chair in her room, lifting my shirt, she found my nipple like the experts she is and sucked hungrily. "Ow, don't bite me," I said softly pinching her cheek. "That hurts," I said and she smiled.
She was just entering her teething phase and she was six months old. There's nothing that hurt me as much as seeing her in pain over something that naturally had to happen to her, but of course we tried to reduce the pain as much as we could.
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