It delights me that Anjali is a little animal. I love how uncivilized she is. That a wet diaper, any random plant leaf, the floor, a pen, a magazine page, and dirt are all equally worthy of investigation via tongue. That she gazes lovingly at my breasts and only sees nurturance. I love that she farts loudly while looking me in the eye with an earnestly straight face. Through her, I think I really understand what it means to be "fresh." Oh! To remain untamed!
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