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"The Ranger" > wrote:

> I moved over to D-uB's room. "Get up and outta bed now..." I
> started. There was no sound. The form under the bed was balled
> tight. I sat down and gently peeled the blankets back. "Let's see
> your hands..."
>
> "They HURT!" she sobbed.
>
> "Feet? Knees?"
>
> "I can't move them without hurting!"
>
> I pinched my lips closed. "Is this the worst they've hurt in a
> long time?"
>
> She nodded quickly.
>
> "Can you swing your feet over so we can soak them?"
>
> She shook her head negatively.
>
> "I'm going to start a bath for you. You don't have a choice.
> Mommy's going to sit by you. You're going to take one, so stop
> shaking your head. I'm going to go get her now. Cover back up."
>
> "[Beta] no go to school today?" I was asked as I walked out and
> headed downstairs.
>
> "Probably not."

You sound like a really cool dad... but what's up with Daughter Unit B's
joints? :-o
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