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The kiddo couldn’t resist commenting on Natalie La Rose’s
Dance with Somebody as he stepped in to my room and snagged the speaker, promptly
redirecting the Bluetooth to play something called Lean On by Major Lazer. “That song is so last summer,” he offered to
my Natalie choice.
“And this song is so awful,” I countered a minute later as I
looked over at him as if to say 'find some taste' and regained control of the
speaker, only to hit him with DJ Snake and the Biebs crooning Let Me Love You.
“You don’t play fair,” he smiled as he started to bop before
grabbing the other side of the comforter I was wrestling in an effort to help. “You and I both know no one can resist the
Biebs.”
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