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Stacey: Spressy, you're all wet and muddy!
Espresso: If you'd stop polluting the water with sticks, I wouldn't have to go get them. And you're one to talk, look at the bottom of you pants. Keith tried to tell you...
S: He's such a know it at all. I don't listen to him all the time like someone I know...
E: I don't listen to him all time. Did you see the trash can the other day? It was a master piece. He even took a picture! Man-oh-man you should'a seen his face.
S: Yea? And how'd those chicken bones feel on the way out, old wise one?
E: <wincing> It was worth it. Every time its worth it. Could you leave more meat one the bones next time though?
S: Could you clean up the mess next time?
E: Train your goody-goody dog to do that.
...and scene.
We had another morning on the beach. This time we decided to bring Stacey and Charlotte. The photo light wasn't as great, hence my conversion to black and white. The tide was a bit lower though, which gave more room to run around and play. Weekend mornings on our little beach may become a routine. Good times.
...and scene.
We had another morning on the beach. This time we decided to bring Stacey and Charlotte. The photo light wasn't as great, hence my conversion to black and white. The tide was a bit lower though, which gave more room to run around and play. Weekend mornings on our little beach may become a routine. Good times.
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