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"Are you going to help raise your son?"
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"Yeah..."
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"Good."
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"Indeed"
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"What now?"
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"Maybe I should get accustomed to him"
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"You should." [b]She nuzzles Luke and he runs up to frost. He is about the size of a small loaf of bread[/b]
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"You should." [b]She nuzzles Luke and he runs up to frost[/b]
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[b]He takes a knee[/b] "Hello little one"
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[b]He squeaks[/b]
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[b]He carefully extends a hand with his palm open[/b]
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[b]He licks his hand[/b]
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[b]He carefully pets him[/b]
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[b]He softly purrs[/b]
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[b]He happily continues[/b]
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"I can see that you'll be a brilliant father."
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"I'll try"
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"You better."
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[b]He smiles[/b] "No worries there"
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"Good."
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[b]He nods and keeps petting the pup[/b]
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[b]Cyra watches in enjoyment[/b]
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[b]He continues with a smile on his face[/b]
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[b]He rolls over, indicating for frost to rub his stomach[/b]
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[b]He happily obliges [/b]