When you joke with me, you only know how to play fight me
I think it stems from childhood.
You like to manhandle the side of my face and I feel a burn like an earthquake lasting a while but I see your cheery grin and rosy cheeks and I think, oh.
I love that smile and what a childhood
And maybe
I should get a bigger face and some thicker skin so your callused hand feels like humor.
because I don't do child labor.
a/n: parents childhood
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