It started like this:
Sage got Shayne’s warhead sour spray. I told Shayne fine. Give her a squirt. She won’t like it.
That is not what I was expecting. She didn’t flinch at all. She just puckered up a little.
So Connor wanted some.
This is the face I was expecting.
He didn’t care for it all.
Sage wanted more.
She heard me say sour face. She thought I said scary face.
My life is never dull.
I would have to agree with Connor on this one!
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