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"Calm down, Mr. Fussybottom, we're not in any hurry!" Paige said, slinging him over her shoulder, to mitigate the chances of him falling down. She carried him to a nice, well-cleaned minivan, with a child's booster seat on one side. It was pink, and looked like it was made for a little kid, only bigger, with two little armrests, and a simple cusion.
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