River laughs when Simon drops the egg and dye splashes everywhere. She is so graceful carrying the eggs, her slender fingers cradling them like the baby chicks they could have been. "Where are your motor skills? Where is your coordination?" she asks her brother, frowning at him, turning his hands over and over in hers, searching. "You used to be a
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Happy Easter! :D
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Perfect. Great ficlet!!
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