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Anneliese made good on her promise to relinquish her dinosaur hostages once Wash actually waved the family: when they made their mail drop earlier in the week, a tiny box was waiting for him, stuffed with toys he hadn't seen in almost twenty years.
One of them -- a small, knobbly ankylosaurus -- is keeping vigil over his plate of nachos right now as Wash slurps up the last of his coffee.
It's also facing down a miniature army of jelly babies.
That? Is all Ace's fault.
One of them -- a small, knobbly ankylosaurus -- is keeping vigil over his plate of nachos right now as Wash slurps up the last of his coffee.
It's also facing down a miniature army of jelly babies.
That? Is all Ace's fault.