10.2.09

It's late at night, do you know where your Jawa is?

BACKSTORY: Monday night. Bedtime. I go to tuck in Buddy Boy. His bed is empty. The house is quiet, except for some faint "crunching" sounds. I walk downstairs, turn the corner and see this:

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