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As I Got Older


Big smiles and small hands, good for digging dirt and finding snails; a small body held up by stick legs, wobbling across grass fields and crawling around the house. 
Smaller smiles reserved for the inside jokes between friends. Bigger hands used for writing, helping, and creating. Medium build with proportional legs, used for swimming, running, and walking.  
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