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Work Boots Jackson is two now, Dimples nearly gone for good. Pull, cross, hook. It is still dark this morning. It is dark every morning. Pull, cross, hook. He likes to wake-up when I do, Watches me lace my boots. Pull, cross, right eye, left eye. His blue eyes are rapt. His database is […]