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tanaquiljall) wrote2008-08-31 01:15 am
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Drabble: It's the thought that counts
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It's the thought that counts
At least it was black. The black was fine. It was the white parts that were the problem.
Two big eyes stared up at him. He stared back, a little weirded out. Clearly they were meant to be appealing. Clearly they'd appealed to someone. Who'd thought they'd appeal to John.
Of course, Ellie was seven years old and probably didn't realise quite yet that just because she liked something didn't mean Uncle John would like it just as much.
He smiled up at his niece. "I'll wear it every week," he promised.
After all, he had to sleep in something.
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