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momslilassassin) wrote2013-01-27 03:01 pm
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The Portal on Shakespeare [a week later]
A mattress had been bought for guests, the house had been scrubbed from top to bottom and then bottom to top, and Ben, even though he knew that Luke wouldn't care in the slightest, had stressed out about what they'd have for dinner for the last three days.
Now he was a half-hour early for the time his father had sent him for the portal, bouncing nervously on the balls of his feet.
He was excited and terrified in almost equal measure.
Sounds like a fun vacation, huh?
Now he was a half-hour early for the time his father had sent him for the portal, bouncing nervously on the balls of his feet.
He was excited and terrified in almost equal measure.
Sounds like a fun vacation, huh?
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A little one. He was gradually growing to understand that he was never going to be as tall as his grandfather.
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Which were not huge accomplishments.
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He paused. "Or everyone will notice, but whichever makes you feel better, son."
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