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On the way back

April 17, 2017

she stops in Deacon’s room to investigate the percussive sound of some sort of shin-dig?

Opening the door she sees her oldest son, seemingly engrossed in his father’s Handyman’s Digest while an class full of be-leotarded enthusiasts shimmied and lunged to club music.

What are you doing?  She asked wryly waving toward the recorded and ignored dancers.

Without looking at the screen he waved toward if languidly.

Oh that?  Raining out.  Workout time.

She knew better than to pursue the imbalances in expenditures of calories.

Where is your little sister?

Duh-know.  Sleeping?

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