It wasn't so long ago I was complaining to Helen that I couldn't see the appeal here at all. And she assured me that I would--that he would grow on me.

I may have muttered 'yeah right, whatever, fucking infant' and then, um...beatbox. Hips. HIPS.

Which made me look at his little waist. And his big hands. And his hair (yes, Wax, I'm feelin' the 'fro). And then, you know, he was actually kind of charming...

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