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[justashow]

When I was little, my sister Ally used to be in charge of putting me to bed.  One glass of water, one stuffed toy, one kiss, and one story.  We had a ritual and the story went last because I often fell asleep during it anyway.  Not that Ally was a bad storyteller, she was brilliant for a ten year old, actually

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[coyote_walking]

Well, now I know what I was doing wrong. I forgot the stuffed animal!

[justashow]

I thought you were substituting yourself.

[coyote_walking]

I should have shifted after I ate?

[justashow]

As long as you didn't drool on the pillow.

[winewomenand]

Certain acquaintances at home would consider a pie or a stew a waste of a good cut of veal.

[justashow]

Certain acquaintances at home wouldn't bother cooking.

[winewomenand]

True enough. Disgusting is as disgusting does.

What has brought on this short, heart-warming diatribe about your childhood family life? Talk of prose to drown out the poetry?

[justashow]

The story seemed relevant all of a sudden.

[handsomejack]

When you and Ianto start talking about childhoods, I get uneasy.

[justashow]

Why's that?

[handsomejack]

Usually because it means that something has triggered this walk down memory lane.

Sometimes good, often bad.

[justashow]

Perhaps neither.

I'm fine, Jack.