Tucked squarely underneath the center of the table, Fred watched as another pair of feet moved purposefully past the door. Then a tail. Then another pair of loafers, this set with an actual penny on one side. She couldn't think for anything who was actually that wistful anymore, and consider the possibility of someone's son or daughter -- an
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*huggles*
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You rock forever ♥
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And I was picturing your Lorne when I wrote it. :)
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Awww I'm so flattered, and that really was beautiful. ♥
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