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My husband is up at 4:30 most mornings, I roll out at 5:30. So what happens on the weekends? Yeap-one or two of them end up standing on your chest or staring at you from the side of the bed. I am lucky that David will get up and let them out because he can fall right back to sleep at the drop of a hat. I tend to ignore, unless it's Fred who is the chest stander and then sticks his cold nose in places he shouldn't.
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