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"They grow up so fast, El." One hand goes to his face as the other waves the already departed Murdoc off.
"Fly away, little one. Fly away."
He walks back to the bedroom.
"That's it. Now I have to join some kind of pottery class to ease my Leaving the Nest Syndrome."
In her hands, she has a jar of very expensive gun oil, which she figures Sands probably goes through pretty quickly. There's also a few wacky belt buckles, and a plush Miss Piggy in a french maid's uniform just the right size to cuddle with. It also has a hole in the back just the right size to hide a gun in.
Tabby doesn't intend to tell him that it was originally made to hide sex toys in. She figures he can use it as another place to hide a weapon.
Or maybe a sex toy. She really wouldn't know.
She shifts around nervously while waiting for someone to answer.
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"When are you going? Are you going to throw a party, or is it more a hush-hush thing?"
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She edges toward the door. "I guess I'll be seeing you. Oh. Only not. Huh. So is this like, goodbye?"
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"I guess. Probably. We had a good run, kid. Here's mud in yer eye."
Sands quotes stupid things when he doesn't know what to say.
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Awkwardly, she pats his wrist. He seems so different from the man who hugged her after she lost her baby. Too much has happened since then. "Bye, Sands. Give 'em Hell. Whatever that means."
She waves at El again and then leaves.
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"What the hell was that all about? I doubt that woman just came by to give you belated birthday gifts. What's going on?"
El didn't miss the wince Tabby gave when Sands gave his weak explanation for what happened.
"'Perform a few tricks'? Just what does that mean, Sheldon? And don't bullshit me. It only makes talking to you take twice as long."
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