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Eight, I love you more than all of the little freckles on your face.

Imagine I was a little ant, I love you this whole entire bed. -Eight

Three, I love you more than how much your little knee hurts my belly.

I love you three million. -Three

Six, I love you more than you want this tooth to fall out.

I love you more even than cheese sticks. -Six


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