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Oh, for
Your son has seen fit to ward himself into his quarters, with an assist from Mrs Baylock and Tourneur.
Wailing that he doesn't want to go!
Who on earth told him? It wasn't you, was it?
Your son has seen fit to ward himself into his quarters, with an assist from Mrs Baylock and Tourneur.
Wailing that he doesn't want to go!
Who on earth told him? It wasn't you, was it?
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He's my son, suddenly?
What a new and novel development.
Of course I didn't tell him. But he's six years old now. He has ears and a brain, Bella.
Apparently this is the first time you've noticed?
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Leave your wife-daughter for a moment and help me convince him to come out.
You don't want to leave him behind any more than I do.
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TWO women demanding more from me than I can possibly provide, and at the worst possible moment.
Bella, do what you usually do. It's always worked before.
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Where's the damn rabbit?
WELL?
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A duck. Since when?
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Your daughter. His sister.
Now. I must go.