Last Monday Oliver wanted to read and snuggle so that's what we did almost the whole time. He liked a book about a mother with three kittens and wanted me to read the story of "The Little Mermaid." He didn't like "Dumbo" at all. I don't blame him. I never liked Dumbo myself, as a little girl. He said over and over that he wanted me to stay with him.
I saw bruises on his legs but I didn't say anything and pretended not to notice. They were the same type of fingerprint small circular bruises, close together, finger's width apart on the sides of his shins.
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