[He might as well have been Cynthia's personal Ken doll. It actually felt good, soothing. He could feel the slight rub on his scalp, it relaxed him further.
He almost didn't hear her speak.]
Kid?
My kid?
[Oh wait, he had to think for a minute.]
Monsieur Steven, you mean? He's a fine boy, he does little to no harm as a housemate.
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He almost didn't hear her speak.]
Kid?
My kid?
[Oh wait, he had to think for a minute.]
Monsieur Steven, you mean? He's a fine boy, he does little to no harm as a housemate.