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 Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 10:55 pm
Steve clapped Sandy on the back proudly after their next escape. "Good job, Sand'. You're gettin good!" he praised, since that's what his mother did when they did things right. It was supposed to help someone feel they really were doing better and keep up the good work, right?
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 12:41 am
The rest of the half hour was spent sneaking around and perfecting guerrilla tactics. The spawn got some good shots in but even they got tagged by the odd well hidden sniper. Still in the end Sandy felt they'd had a lot of fun and would definitely try it again.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 5:45 pm
Steve clapped Sandy lightly on the shoulder as the two headed towards their family's vehicles, popsicle in hand. "You did good, Sand. We'll have to hang more often." he said before spotting his mom on what looked like a gypsy cart. "Gotta go."
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