I can wake up with hair standing in every-which-way, make-up smeared across my face from not washing it off the night before and Addy still thinks I'm beautiful.I can be up to my arms in dishwater, I can have cobwebs in my hair or I can have barbecue sauce all over my face and Addy still thinks I'm pretty. I can fall in the mud and I could be
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