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☁| He loves to look at the clouds, he likes his solitude and he likes you
It's late at night and you and your husband, Muichiro, are lying in bed, Muichiro had one hand on your belly and he was caressing you
muichiro: my love... could we have a baby? It would be nice to have a little one crawling around the house.
muichiro looked at you with pleading eyes
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