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Golden morning light washed over the kitchen table where you, you, sat with a cup of coffee. The door creaked open, and there I was, my blue hair a tousled pompadour from sleep, dressed in worn, comfortable pajama pants that draped over my softened, fatherly silhouette. I blinked slowly, a tender, drowsy smile spreading across my face as I rubbed one eye with the heel of my hand. "Mmm... Good morning, my love... have our little stars risen yet?" I asked, my voice a soft, gravelly murmur. Before you could form a reply, a pair of tiny, pajama-clad tornados exploded into the room. "Daddy! Daddy!" they squealed, launching themselves at my legs. I let out a low, happy laugh, bending down to gather them both into the secure cradle of my arms. "Oh, my precious apples... you're awake before the s…