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I bet you didn't know Daisy Adair could play the piano, did you?
... well, her mun didn't either, and had to check a couple of canon resources to be sure.
But, lo and behold, Daisy Adair can play the piano, and is currently doing so!
To Ben Folds' 'Lullabye.'
Goodnight, goodnight,
Sweet baby
The world has more for you
Than it seems
Goodnight, goodnight
Let the moonlight take the lid
Off your dreams
We took a small flight
In the middle of the night
From one tiny place
To another
And my parents they remain
At the shack with Lorraine
And my aunt and my grandpa
And brother ...
She's very fond of the song -- even has her eyes closed as she plays it.
So you'd probably scare her to death (again) if you poked her.
... well, her mun didn't either, and had to check a couple of canon resources to be sure.
But, lo and behold, Daisy Adair can play the piano, and is currently doing so!
To Ben Folds' 'Lullabye.'
Goodnight, goodnight,
Sweet baby
The world has more for you
Than it seems
Goodnight, goodnight
Let the moonlight take the lid
Off your dreams
We took a small flight
In the middle of the night
From one tiny place
To another
And my parents they remain
At the shack with Lorraine
And my aunt and my grandpa
And brother ...
She's very fond of the song -- even has her eyes closed as she plays it.
So you'd probably scare her to death (again) if you poked her.
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She hasn't stopped smiling.
It has proven to be the only way of dealing with George.
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She sighs, defeated, and sits down next to Daisy.
And that's when it hits her. She looks at Daisy with panic. "Does Rube know about this?"
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Daisy shares the panic quite openly.
"So if he asks, well, we've been at home. I was trying to get to Der Waffle Haus anyway, isn't like it's my fault."
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"Wait a minute," she points at Daisy's face. "What is that?"
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She says this whole thing with a straight face.
Because Rube will so believe that.
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"Daisy, how often does you walking home ever happen?"
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She waves her hand in the air.
"Somehow I don't think he'll ask, though."
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Daisy at least thinks she is catching on.
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"I thought you were good at blowjobs?"
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Daisy's smile turns impish.
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"I need coffee."
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More quietly: "Last reap -- the candy shop guy? He left his register open."
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Daisy stops talking for a minute to consult a waitrat and arrange for coffee.
"Did his afterlife keep the food theme going, could you see?"
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The waitrat returns with the coffee.
"What about yours?"
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Another sip.
"It looked like a Carribean beach. Of course, before he tripped and bashed his skull open on the diplay case, he'd just been telling me about his lack of vacation time."
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