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"My poor little boy." he spoke in a soft voice and kissed his forehead. "I think a nice bottle of warm milk will make you feel better." he said. Holding him in his arms as he carries him into the kitchen and preps a bottle for him. After putting it in the microwave for a bit and test to make sure he won;t burn his mouth. He took a seat at the dinning table, which Micah would see that there was a highchair that he would fit perfectly in by the table. He had him sit in his lap, cradle him in his arm and place the nipple of the bottle close to his mouth. "Open please." he spoke in a soft voice.
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