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point_mother December 5 2011, 17:26:08 UTC
On this hot summer day Allison and her neighbors, Jenny and Sylvia, both close friends of hers and godparents to Arthur, had set up the sprinkler in the backyard and were also engaging in a water-gun fight of "epic" proportions. Even Jenny and Sylvia's lazy bulldog, Herman, was getting in on the fun with running around and barking at them all (Arthur still kept asking Allison if Herman ever had puppies could they keep one and call it "Gladstone").

Allison had run back into the house, laughing breathlessly and hair partially wet and sticking to her forehead and cheeks, her light pink button-down shirt open to reveal her bathing suit top, as she set her own water pistol down on the kitchen counter to check in on the pizza she was cooking in the oven for them (the ice cream in the freezer and all three Star Trek movies (two through four they all had voted) waiting to be watched in marathon fashion for when they came in).

She didn't answer on the first knock, in the middle of checking on the food. But on the second she was rushing to the door, calling out, "Hold on! I'm coming!"

She opened it with an apology, "Sorry about that. Food in the oven." She blinked and took the man in, looking him up and down before laughing a little, "Wow. Aren't you hot in that?"

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