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I cheated and bought mum and I toffee from an excellent confectioner back home.
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More like an after school special ...
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You forgot the cats ...
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I'm rather certain that it's Marty being the smart a**.
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I believe we are all referring to the lad in the upper right penultimate position as being second from the right.
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No, I meant young Mr Llewellyn in his grey shirt.
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Yes, I was referring to young Mr. Llewellyn. After further consideration I believe my bro has a more discerning eye and made the correct choice.
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But ... it's just a bunch of empty plates ... Oh good. There is food.
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I was eight and in the Third grade.
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Hmmm, seems Texy and I agree on you're being handsome. I forgot to say I think you're the slightly nonconforming lad in the back row.
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Now remember ya little demon, don't fold, spindle or mutilate this one ... Damn, I hope I didn't just age myself with that reference.
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Having no idea what this fanfic was based on didn't effect my enjoyment one bit. Of course I've no knowledge of Voltron either so knowing wouldn't have changed things. Regardless I liked this and knowing more is coming pleases me. It's good to have you back.
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Uhm, no. Plaid makes him MINE.
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Was he in your barn playin' with the cats, again? Just send him before dark.
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Well, good e'entide Texy.
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Well, he got taller.
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Greetings Albert. Your very kind. Today is not one of my best nor has it been one of the worst though I do wish it was better.
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You could always just sit in a chair all day. Wait! I forgot. You don't sit on chairs.
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He forces them to kneel before his pedestal ...
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There's a certain "earthy" decay to the heap and yet a sense of abundant life. Of course a compost heap is something most would overlook. Those who play in the dirt know it for it's place in the life cycle of a garden.
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No just the shell casings.
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Guess you're bound to be one of them unless you're suggesting you're standing in the back row. Seriously, I too, think you're the one front and center.
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That may be but he's wearin' the same halo ...
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Okay, so maybe he's not quite your height but then he hasn't hit puberty yet either.
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A belated good mornin' Texy.
