I don’t belong here
By admin,
When Mary and I were with Ian today, he slept (or kept his eyes closed) for most of the time. But, it was interesting to watch him once reach for his eye, stick his finger under his sunglasses, rub his eye, remove his finger from behind the sunglasses, and then push the sunglasses further up on his nose. The brain is a mysterious thing; he sure seems like he’s in there.
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