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Post by Brad Godric-Black on Aug 27, 2009 3:32:41 GMT -5
In the normal meeting way, Ron mett knuckles and clapped shoulders with the lads. Putting Pan down, the little tot tried to copy his father, wavering on his feet he fell into Cal his hand held out in a fist.
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Post by Bails on Aug 27, 2009 5:15:55 GMT -5
Cal chuckled, stablized him and met fists. "Going to find Kayden?" He asked the tot.
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Post by *Gem* on Aug 27, 2009 5:18:23 GMT -5
Pan nodded so hard his head might of come off if Cal hadn't been holding him. "Yup, yup, yup, yup." He grinned happily.
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Post by Bails on Aug 27, 2009 5:34:58 GMT -5
Cal nodded, "Well good luck, buddy."
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Post by *Gem* on Aug 27, 2009 5:37:54 GMT -5
Pan scampered off, crawling because it was easier than running, he was out of there like a dog chasing a rabbit. "KAAAAAYYYYYS!"
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Post by Bails on Aug 27, 2009 5:47:14 GMT -5
Kayden grinned and ran (like a dog) over to Pan and tackled him. "Hi!"
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Post by Brad Godric-Black on Aug 27, 2009 5:57:04 GMT -5
Pan giggled childishly. "Lo."
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Post by Bails on Aug 27, 2009 12:23:25 GMT -5
Kayden looked back at Pol, grinned, "Com'on!" He lead his cousin into the ball pit.
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