Apr 15, 2007 12:31
Prom was, in Jim's mind, great.
Not that Jim's mind was exactly conscious at the moment.
Mmm, sleep . . . with Lana . . . good . . .
What could go wrong now?
[[For sproglet and sproglet!mom and maybe a certain bouncy guide.]]
blair,
lana,
sproglets!,
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!,
maggie,
mmmsnuggles,
plotty,
prom
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And then, of course, there was knocking on the door. And what sounded like . . . crying?
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"Maggie? Come out, Maggie!" He yelled down a third floor hallway. "MAGGIE ELLISON, STOP HIDING FROM UNCLE BLAIR YOU ARE FREAKING HIM OUT!"
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He grabbed Jim's arm and yanked him into the hall. "Listen for a little girl, about this high and well, that's silly. You can't really listen for her height or anything. Um, she has a cute laugh and she sorta mispronounces some words but she's really cute about it. Oh! You could use smell. She had an algae shake a little while ago! Sniff, man, sniff!"
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