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After she was done, he waddled off, falling about two steps later. "Don't even look at him," I whispered, holding her gaze hostage before glancing back as he got back up. |
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"But...he..." She muttered |
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"If you rush to him, he'll start crying. You let him get up by himself, he doesn't, and that sticks. Basically teaches them they're fine if they fall." I assured, checking him over. |
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"But what if he's hurt?" She said, brows pinched with worry |
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"You wait for him to get up, then check." I mused, standing back up. "And he's not, that's what I was just doing." |
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"You're sure?" She asked, checking him fantically |
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"Sure as a bet on a snake with a toothache will whine," I mused, unsure she'd get the reference from all the camps. |
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"Nothing, something we'd always say back at my roots." I murmured, pushing the thought aside. |
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"Uh-huh...." She said, confused but nodding |
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