Woody came into my room and burst into laughter ... "Ya'll are laying exactly alike."
I was sprawled across the bed, glued to the TV. I could feel Maggie at my feet, and every few minutes, I would rub her with my foot, but I hadn't looked at how she was sleeping.
As Woody was laughing, I raised up and glanced at my little Maggie - and sure enough, we were synchronized sprawling!
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| Sprawling on the bed with Momma |

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