Dearest Great Aunt Avor,
I'm so sorry that I spit up on you almost every time you hold me. I get extra excited because I love you so much, and I just can't control myself. Please forgive me. You know you can't stay mad at me forever. Remember the fun snuggle time we had after my bath? You thought I was asleep, but I know you were kissing every inch of my adorable little face.
Love,
Owen Edward
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