Nothing but good times | Jamie

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? TO FREEDOM AND WHISKEY —

Jamie turned, honey eyes lifting to the child's face. Play. The question hung in the air, one he hadn't heard from a youngling in a long while. After a moment, the fox offered a small smile. "What are we playing, then, lassie?" His response was warm, his accent thick as honey. Hopefully, the question wouldn't deter the child.


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#psychosocial.