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Post by littlenoah on Dec 17, 2008 21:21:38 GMT -5
Despite what his Daddy was, Noah was always thinking of other people. Most of the time those other people happened to only be Daddy and Mommy, but Noah didn’t care; he would grow up to be an innocent just like Daddy wanted him to be.
Noah watched as Daddy ordered Mommy’s ice cream. Then he took Mommy’s ice cream. He stuck his ice cream in his mouth, all over his mouth, and sucked at the top of it. Some dripped onto what had once been a clean shirt. Then he made sure Daddy wasn’t looking and licked a bit off of Mommy’s ice cream. He was too young to realize that his tongue left lick-marks whenever he licked the ice cream.
Mommy’s ice cream tasted good. So good he wanted another lick. He licked again, making sure Daddy didn’t notice. Then Daddy was done paying, and they teleported. “Wheee!” Noah cried, but held onto the ice creams. “Now we watch Littlefoot Daddy!” But it wasn’t a question, it was a statement.
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