My son can now read, write and teleport. It's like he just dematerialized out of his pants.
When we checked he had reappeared in his bed, under the covers, fast asleep, with a satisfied smile on his face.
posted by Jamie @ 23:18
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Light wind at Grand Prairie, drifting snow Low at Vermilion, forty degrees of frost Lost in the Barrens, hunting over spines of ice The great sled dog Shadow is running for his life.
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