Everybody loves you, you already know
Rabbit, rabbit! The instant I stepped through my parents' front door, I was mobbed by my niece and the twins who all wanted to be hugged simultaneously and boosted off the ground by turns and collectively try to pick me up and show off their new-dyed hair and imitate the action of cats drinking water and walruses needing to be rescued from dry beaches and screamed in shock at the revelation of my age which I gather never registered with them before. The twins wanted to tell me about all about their latest friend drama and my niece wanted to tell me all about the horses she is learning to ride. (English,
selkie.) I spent much of dinner scooping each of them off the floor in between slices of homemade pizza and answering rapid-fire questions about everything from cheese to the chances of playing jump rope with my hair. Nobody would leave without extra hugs and boosts and meows and trying to persuade me to come back for slime-making in the morning. I feel like a well-beloved climbing structure. I like these kids so much.

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I feel like a well-beloved climbing structure *triple hearts*
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The former was full of delicate lapping and the latter was very floppy. I don't think they like me just because I can sling them around like sacks of potatoes, but it clearly doesn't hurt.
I directed spatch to point you in the direction of this story, which I think you'll like, but it turns out I'm too assiduous to rely on third parties. (It has dybbuks! Well, one, anyway.)
Thank you! It has the right title to!
(The image of a tactile dybbuk is great.)