‘Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetops,
When the wind blooows, the cradle will rock’
“Aiieeeechhhhkk”
“That’s right Prew.”
‘When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baaaaaaaby, cradle and all.’
“Oh, spit bubble.”
“Sshppepe”
“I know,” Luke nodded in understanding. “’s gross.” Luke stood up from the rocking chair, Prewitt cradled in his
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