"That's enough, Joe," I say, helping get Chris off the hook. The rest of dinner is nice, and I can see Chris is starting to feel like he fits in. We share a piece of pumpkin pie. And tiramisu. And some cookies. "How are we gonna fit into our costumes," I moan, patting my belly.
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Date: 2010-11-06 04:11 am (UTC)