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 Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 9:06 pm
Dallas' attention snapped back to Bishop, seeing the giggling but drawing out a more worrying implication in the words. He shot a frightened glance at Noë, as if she should harbor some similar concern, and then clung to Iggy's leg all the harder, his nose to the denim material.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 9:17 pm
"I'm thinkin' that paint might get 'em off." Iggy struggled another few steps until he was within arms-reach of one of the paint tables. Leaning over, he picked up a pot of blue paint and made a show of eyeballing it thoughtfully. "Blue? They both seem to like blue," he mused. "Noe's a little blue girl, huh?" He looked down at the two toddlers and grinned brightly. "I think we should start with paint right now."
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