"God Almighty, it's like I'm living a hymn." He turns his eyes skyward, feigning despair. "Hey, little thing," he says to Sophie. "You feel like switching steeds and giving your dad a crooked back for a while? Or maybe you'd like to run ahead?" He winks at Webster. "I've carried sacks of potatoes, but at least you got to eat those at the end."
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Date: 2009-03-03 04:00 am (UTC)