"Streets ain't ever gonna eat me." Traver said benevolently while he watched his woman and his baby-girl hug each other. His eye flicked up at Madigan and he shrugged with a small smile firmly on his face. His. Nothing this tall mixed-breed could do would take that away from him. "Havin' a good night, baby?" That to Darlene, in between high-pitched commentary about birds, her dog, and Missy in daycare's broken finger.
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Date: 2012-06-06 06:40 am (UTC)