Held

When Martin holds my hand old mother bear instincts kick right back in. His putty palm and delicate fingers, like gamma rays trigger Hulk reflexes and uncontrollably I transform into a huge, green superhero. Suddenly, threats lurking everywhere are no match for me. Heavy objects, electrical outlets, glassware — beware. Forks, knives, pencils, scissors —... Continue Reading →

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