Oh, Tin Tin, I do wish you were there to kiss my scraped ankle better. It burns from being scratched, and I feel like writhing in agony when I touch it, but mama, I wish you were here to cuddle me with the softest arms and kiss my scraped part gently with your soft pink lips. Mama, I love you, mummy and daddy more than anyone else on International Rescue.
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