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 Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 2:16 am
"But we might have different ideas of fun. Sand on my feet, to me, isn't that fun."
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"Who invented this game? It's a little strange." Toss! This one makes it.
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List stares for several minutes before venturing out. He looks around for anything obvious that resembles the weird lamp thing he's been told about.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 2:16 am
"Aw." She pouts.
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"I have no idea. Hey! Good job!"
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No lamp in here. Har har!
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 2:20 am
"But lots of other things are fun."
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"Thanks."
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He thinks this was not worth it at all. He does stop to look over the little glass figures, though.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 2:22 am
"Like what?"
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"Want to play another round?"
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There are mainly little horsies.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 2:28 am
"Sunbathing is fun. Making sandcastles is fun."
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"If you like." She looks towards the house.
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List thinks little glass horsies made the trip slightly worthwhile, but it's not long before he disappears into the cupboard again.. NEVER TO RETURN.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 2:30 am
"Then we should make a sandcastle."
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"...Or you could go to Richard."
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O. M. G.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 9:28 pm
"How about I bury you in the sand?"
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"..He might need to sleep a bit more."
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Nat is coming back from the library. He has a book! He is heading back to find Byron.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 9:30 pm
"Nooo!"
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"Ah. All right."
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Byron is still frowning at the window.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 9:37 pm
"Not all the way, goofball." He smiles.
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"So.. horseshoes?"
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"Hello again."
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 9:48 pm
"I'd get sand in weird places."
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"Sure." He goes to gather them back up.
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Byron gives nat an annoyed look. "Hello."
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 9:50 pm
"Goodness. You might have to take a long, luxurious bath afterwards." He puts a hand to his cheek.
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She waits.
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"You haven't moved. What are you thinking about?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 9:59 pm
"And scrap saand from places. It's scratchy." She wrinkles her nose.
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He comes back with the horseshoes and holds some out. "Here you go."
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"It isn't of any concern to you."
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 10:00 pm
"Fiiine."
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"Thank you." She takes them.
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"Are you worried about something?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 10:06 pm
"We could just skip to that bath."
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"You're welcome." He gestures to the stake. "Ladies first."
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"If I was, why would I tell you?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 10:09 pm
"Is that what you'd like to do?"
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She smiles and throws a horseshoe. It's close! "How is your wife?"
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"It's nice to have someone to talk to when you're worried."
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