The other day Sal and Tate wrestled so much that they wore themselves out - they tore up and down the stairs, wrestling on two levels of the house - under couches and tables and chairs. It was like a little spotted tornado moving around the house.
Even after they were ready to rest and came and joined me while I read email on the couch, they couldn't help themselves. The wrestling match continued in the form of a lazy game of bitey face.
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