It was something of a sensation to leave nowadays. Faint traces of adulthood tickled the back of his head with the ability to leave whenever and wherever he pleased, even while he was bound more often to his brother's side. Life was made difficult otherwise, but it wasn't a sensation he often was lost on. Sitting within his brother's lap, thick hair ruffled so, he smiled. "Wog! Wog!" the boy squealed in delight, thinking of the pleasant days at hand.
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Back and rarin' to go.
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