Jack o' the Green (
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Jack sits in one of the chairs by the fireplace, singing to his daughter in a language long gone. The words would seem familiar, though: all lullabies, are their core, are about the same thing.
Love you, precious child. Love you.
Love you, precious child. Love you.
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Gil tickles her, delighting in her giggles.
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"But, yes. Consider thing effect she has . . ."
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"She's very enthused about the idea, I think."
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"Love is a precious gift."
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Georgia wriggles again, delighting in their adoration. Love love love love love!