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Pitch
He was several days old and I felt it was time for his first bath. I didn't like the stupidly constructed bathing chair that had been given to me - it didn't fit in the sink and putting his little body in the tub just seemed lonesome for some reason. So I got in the tub with him and bathed him in my arms. As I did so, I hummed and his eyes widened and he hummed back, matching my pitch almost perfectly.
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