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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 4:01 am
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Holding his hand, Reese did not run ahead or move quickly, though she did try to make sure she kept up enough with the taller boil enough to guide him. She was, nonetheless, excited. Every once in awhile she'd give his hand a little tug when they were about to switch directions, or if he was about to step in poop, or get run over by a dragon.
The first place she showed him was a bustling little plaza right by several office buildings. All sorts of creeple in suits were power walking, flying, or just plain running back to the buildings. Lunch time was just about over, and in their haste, they left all sorts of things behind.
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