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My FiFi Bofinkles trusts me. And only me.
Try to touch her belly and you’ll get snapped at.
Try to rub her head and you’ll get snapped at.
Try to rub her toes.. oh goodness, don’t you dare.
But me? I get full access to my FiFi Bofinkles 24/7. Sometimes she literally serves her belly on a platter for me (ok maybe not literally). But she gives me it.
My Bofinkles Baby and I trust each other.
The story of FiFi Bofinkles is a funny one. Got a minute to listen?