‘Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetops,
When the wind blooows, the cradle will rock’
“Aiieeeechhhhkk”
“That’s right Prew.”
‘When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baaaaaaaby, cradle and all.’
“Oh, spit bubble.”
“Sshppepe”
“I know,” Luke nodded in understanding. “’s gross.” Luke stood up from the rocking chair, Prewitt cradled in his
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No matter how long or short those chapters may be we'll take 'em! And take as long as you need to write. We'll always be here. :)
And as for Prewitt, looks like Reid's hard exterior may be crumbling.
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I've basically given up hope that you would finish this story, it was such a pleasant surprise to see this update. I've missed this story so much.
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Many hugs,
Kate
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Thanks.
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