Wouldn’t Hurt a Fly

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The two mothers sat on the deck chairs, sipping cocktails in the late summer sun. They watched the young boy, Max, plucking daisies from the grass and tucking them gently into his baby cousin’s fine blonde curls. The four year old then pressed a wet kiss to the girl’s face and she shrieked with joy.

“Oh, look at him,” said Jenny, watching her little nephew playing with her daughter. “He’s so gentle with her, it’s lovely to see…