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Sage perched on the edge of the bed, chuckling at Liz as she insisted she was, in fact, that cold. "Ah, the joys of youth," he mused. "Always the drama queen," he noted fondly. "Between me and her mother, I should have guessed she'd be that way," he added, quieter so only Elara could hear. He didn't often mention Amy to Liz....he only had bad memories of the woman. Well....after the first few weeks anyway.
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Elara laughed lightly, eating a few berries from the basket. "If she grows up to have your humor then i'll be stuck with two of you, plus a insane wolf, which i'm pretty sure i'd lose my mind." The woman mused, walking over to sit beside him and watch the girl.
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