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4th floor common room, Late Sunday night
Blair stomped down the hall from his room, carrying Tributary and shaking popcorn from his hair. "I'm so sorry, Trib. She's just a very strange lady."
Tributary just shrugged sleepily and nodded. "Mommy said that you had a crush on her once. Said you must have a thing for girls who can beat you up."
"Shhhh." Blair said, lying on the couch and settling Tributary next to him. "Let's not talk about that where the radio squirrels can hear us."
[Follows this post, for a certain kidlet, but open like common rooms are]
Tributary just shrugged sleepily and nodded. "Mommy said that you had a crush on her once. Said you must have a thing for girls who can beat you up."
"Shhhh." Blair said, lying on the couch and settling Tributary next to him. "Let's not talk about that where the radio squirrels can hear us."
[Follows this post, for a certain kidlet, but open like common rooms are]

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"DADDY!" She shouted as she launched herself at Blair.
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"Another one?"
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"...which you probably already know."
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Instead she found...
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"That can't be him, he's too young." Ana whispered. "It's a trick."
"Why would they do a trick like that? Shouldn't they make a fake him at his right age?" Tommy argued.
Ana agreed that would make more sense.
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"You kids looking for someone?" he asked.
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He shifted a little and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. "Just find his name in the address book."
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