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Date Posted: 07:42:04 07/18/13 Thu
Author: Nettie
Subject: Life Goes On (Lily Series) Chapter 31

Disclaimer: The usual stuff

Moving On 3/5

The ensuing days and weeks were hectic and lively as the business of life on the farm went on. The paper work for the adoption of Aidan and Jessie was filed and ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ became part of their vocabulary. Kermit made a good recovery and was enjoying a closer relationship with Harm; much to Mac’s amusement and Harry’s dismay. The boy often felt put out when Kermit jumped up on Harm’s lap and not his.

With Thanksgiving on the horizon, there were many conversations between combinations of adults as to the form the day should take as, although it was a day to give thanks and celebrate family, it was also the first anniversary of the fire. While it was decided they would have the traditional lunch, it was also determined they’d book an extra session with the counselor both children still saw.

In the middle of Tuesday night, Mac awoke to the tugging of a little hand and an accompanying plea of ‘mommy’. Thinking it was a twin, she was surprised to open her eyes and find it was Jessie.
“Jessie!” she exclaimed, throwing back the covers. “How on earth did you get up here?”
“I crawled up the stairs,” she said quietly. “I had a bad dream and wanted to come sleep with you. Can I...mommy...please?”
“Of course you can,” she said sitting up. “Let me...”
“No, I can do it,” she said pushing herself up using the mattress before standing beside the bed. Slowly she turned around and sat down before pushing back and swinging her legs up onto the bed. “Sorry I take so long,” she apologised.
“It’s okay, gorgeous girl,” Mac whispered, ruffling her hair. “Take all the time you need.”

Before long both were lying down and Jessie was more than comfortable wrapped in Mac’s arms.
“Do you want to tell me about the dream, Jess?” Mac asked as Jessie snuggled closer.
“I kept dreaming that things were on fire and I couldn’t get out,” she whispered trying to get closer still.
“What sort of things?” she asked before kissing her head.
“This house, the school, the car, the...everything,” she said with a sigh.
“And why do you think you’re having these dreams?” she asked as Harm rolled over and stretched his arm out to surround them both.
“I guess I’ve been thinking of mom and Thanksgiving and the fire,” she admitted, a tear sliding down her cheek.
“Do you want to talk about that night, baby?” Mac said gently as she raised the child’s face. Since the event, Jessie had only ever spoken to her counselor in depth about the night which changed her life forever.
“Not now, Aunty Mac,” she said with a yawn. “Can we talk about it tomorrow?”
“Of course we can,” she replied kissing her forehead before adjusting the covers. “We can talk any time you’re ready.”

It wasn’t long before Jessie was asleep and Harm moved closer and kissed Mac’s head.
“I’m back to Aunty Mac,” she whispered linking her fingers with his.
“So I noticed,” he agreed, squeezing her hand. “It must have taken her a lot of time and effort to get to you.”
“I know, the poor thing,” Mac said tearfully. “Is there any way to make that easier for her?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “We’ll have to put some thought into it.”


Lily was the first to wake the next morning and finding that Jessie wasn’t in her bed and the alarm hadn’t gone off, she flew up the stairs in panic before flinging open her parents’ door.
“Jessie’s not...” she started before realising where Jessie was.
“Shh,” Harm said, beckoning her over. “Jessie came up to us in the night.”
“By herself!” Lily asked with her eyes widening.
“Yes,” whispered Harm in reply as Lily climbed in next to him.
“Is she okay?” Lily asked peering over her parents to look at her newest sister.
“She was having some bad dreams and needed mommy,” he replied with a yawn.
“Aha,” she yawned in reply. “But is she okay?”
“I think so,” he replied, pulling her close and kissing her head. “It’s just with Thanksgiving coming up she’s thinking about her mom and the fire.”
“I thought that was it,” Lily replied as she settled close to Harm. “She’s been crying at night a lot more lately.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” he asked, stroking her head.
“Because she made me promise not to,” she replied, closing her eyes. “And sisters keep their promises. Mattie taught me that.”

It took a few days of thinking and discussing for Harm to come up with a better arrangement for Jessie. After a few false starts, he and Jessie agreed on an intercom in the living room. Harm had wanted to put it next to her bed but Jessie said that she needed the privacy of another room and while Harm couldn’t figure out why, he went with it.
The second night it was installed, Jessie’s voice came as a hesitant whisper into the master bedroom.
“Um...mom? Dad? Can you hear me?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yes, Jess, honey, what’s wrong?” Mac asked as she swung her legs around.
“Um, mom, sorry to wake you but can you come down here, please, Aunty Mac?” she rambled.
“Sure, honey, I’ll be right there,” she said, grabbing her robe and heading out the door.
“Do you want me to come down too, Jessie?” Harm asked sitting up in bed.
“Ah, not really, dad. I...uh...just need mom, sorry,” she said sheepishly.
“That’s okay, just call if you change your mind,” he said as he heard Mac enter the living room through the intercom.
“I will, thanks, dad,” she said before the intercom went quiet.

Having entered the living room, Mac headed straight to Jessie who was sitting in the armchair. Bobbing down in front, she caressed the child’s face.
“How are you doing, baby?” Mac asked as she ran her hand along the child’s forehead.
“Okay,” she replied slowly. “I’m sorry to wake you up.”
“That’s okay,” she answered. “Do you need something?”
“Aha,” Jessie said before closing her eyes and sighing.
“What?” she asked, her concern escalating.
“Can we talk about mom?” she asked opening her eyes.

It took nearly ten minutes for Mac and Jessie to be ready for their talk, having organised hot chocolate and cookies, a box of tissues, some blankets and for Jessie to use the bathroom. Soon they were snuggled together on the sofa, their mugs still on the coffee table.
“Anytime you’re ready,” Mac said softly as she raked her fingers through Jessie’s hair.
“It’s Thanksgiving in two days,” Jessie said, her voice shaky. “But tomorrow’s the date...you know...of last year’s Thanksgiving.”
“I know,” Mac whispered, leaning down and kissing the child’s head.
“And it’s been a strange year, you know,” she continued, her fingers playing with the button on Mac’s pyjama top. “There have been some really amazing things...and some really ... horrible ... things,” she whispered, tears threatening to take her voice.
Mac kissed her head once more and tried to keep her own tears at bay.
“I love you and Uncle Harm so much,” she said, “And I want you to know that...Me and Aidan were talking about how lucky we are ... because you guys and Lily and the kids made us family even before that night. And we’re lucky that when all that stuff happened you kept us...even with my problems.”
“We’re the lucky ones, Jess,” Mac said quietly. “You and Aidan are amazing kids and having you in our family is a blessing.”
“Thanks,” she said finally looking at Mac. “I guess that’s why it’s hard to talk about that night...”
“Why?” Mac asked, after all, they spoke about Ronnie regularly.
“Because as much as I love you all, I really wish that fire hadn’t happened and mom and Aidan and I were still living in that crappy house, and I don’t want you to hate me for it...” she said before sobbing.

Pulling her into her lap, Mac cradled the child and ignored her own tears. It was a few more minutes before she was being handed a Kleenex by Harm who had heard the conversation on the intercom. Sitting alongside them, Harm wrapped his arms around them before kissing both their heads.
“We could never hate you, Jessie,” Harm said, raising the girl’s face.
“Never,” Mac echoed.
“Even though I wish I wasn’t here?” she cried, swiping at her face.
“We couldn’t hate you for that,” Mac said, caressing the child’s face.
“But you’ve done so much for me...and it makes me feel bad for feeling this way, you know, ungrateful...” she whispered, resting her head against Mac’s.
“We understand that you would much rather be living with your mom,” Harm said. “We really do.”
“We would love for your mom to still be here,” Mac said before kissing Jessie’s head. “She was a beautiful person and a wonderful mom and we wish we could change what happened.”
Jessie nodded and sniffled. “I was so scared that night,” she said quietly. “Scared about the fire, scared about mom, scared about Aidan leaving, scared about what would happen to me.”
“Oh, baby,” Mac whispered, pulling her closely. “I’m sure you were.”
“And when mommy was in hospital I was scared she wouldn’t get better and I was scared about what would happen to us if she died and scared about where we’d live if she got better,” she continued, all her fears finally tumbling out. “And I was so happy when she got better and came here on Christmas Day and was coming back to live here...and then...then...then...”
“The accident?” Harm supplied for her and Jessie nodded.
“The accident,” Jessie echoed. “And I was scared all over again...”
“That’s a lot for a 10-year-old to be scared of,” Mac said, rubbing her arm.
“It was,” Jessie said with a nod. “But soon I got caught up with living here and getting my legs fixed and being around all the kids and school and I stopped being so scared.”
“And that’s a good thing, isn’t it?” Harm asked, raking his fingers through Jessie’s hair.
“I thought so,” she said with a sniffle.
“And now you don’t think so?” Mac asked, glancing at Harm.
“I don’t know,” she sobbed. “I just feel bad.”
“About what, baby?” Mac asked, cupping the child’s cheek.
“About missing mom and wanting her to be alive and remembering that night and disappointing you guys and ...” she said in a gush.
“You have never disappointed us,” Harm interjected. “We love you so much and we are very proud of you.”
“Are you sure?” she checked, looking from one to the other.
“Absolutely positive,” Mac said, kissing her once more.

Happy enough with the answer, Jessie settled back against Mac and over the next 40 minutes they ate their cookies, drank their hot chocolate and chatted about Ronnie. By the time Jessie was on the edge of sleep, it was almost dawn.
“Jess, honey,” Harm said as he lifted the child’s from Mac’s arms. “The alarm will go off in about an hour. Would you like to sleep in our bed and skip school today?”
“I want to sleep in your bed but not really skip school,” she said with a yawn. “There’s a Thanksgiving thingy on this afternoon.”
“Well, how about you miss the morning and we’ll drive you in later?” Mac suggested and Jessie nodded.
“That would be good, thanks, mom,” she said and, before Harm had ascended the stairs, Jessie was asleep.

With Mac and Jessie curled up asleep together, it was left to Harm to do the morning ‘shift’ as he often referred to it. Deciding not to go back to bed, he prepared pancakes for breakfast and ensured all children who were going to school had their lunch packed, clothes ready and shoes polished.
“You’ve been very industrious, Harm,” Trish said as she came through the back door and scanned the early morning preparations.
“Good morning, mom,” he said as he kissed her hello. “Can I interest you in some freshly brewed coffee?”
“You can,” she replied, before scanning the area again.
“What’s up?” he asked, knowing his mother had something on her mind.
“Why haven’t you been sleeping?” she asked, turning to face him. “And before you make up a story, I can see it in your face and in all the work you’ve done here.”
“I wasn’t going to make up a story, mom,” he said with a smile. “Jessie had some issues and she only went to sleep about an hour ago. So, Mac’s up there with her and I figured I’d get a jump start on the day.”
“Is Jessie alright?” Trish asked, as Harm handed her her coffee.
“Well,” Harm started before telling his mother what the night had encompassed.
“Oh my,” was Trish’s response as she dabbed her eyes. “What a precious child! Ronnie may not have had much but she loved her children so very much and taught them well.”
“That she did, mom, that she did,” replied Harm, still tearful about the whole conversation himself.

With the girls’ Thanksgiving Pageant starting at two, Harm drove Jessie to school for one, while the others made their way in for the scheduled time. While Lily had been a little put out that Jessie was having the morning off school and she wasn’t, Harm had given her a note to give to the teacher and made the task sound as if it was the most important duty ever. After that, Lily couldn’t wait to get out of the door and onto the bus.
“Will the others make fun of me for being late, dad?” Jessie asked Harm as she wheeled herself along the corridor.
“Not at all, Jess,” he replied, carrying her bag and walker. “I think they’ll all be too busy with the pageant and thinking about tomorrow than anything else.”
“That’s good, she said, as he opened the classroom door for her.
“Jessie!” Lily exclaimed when she spied her. “I thought you’d never get here and...”

While she continued to catch Jessie up on what she’d missed that morning, the teacher came over and took Jessie’s things from Harm.
“Thank you for the note,” she said quietly. “It explains a few things about Jessie’s behaviour in recent days.”
“It has been a rough time, which is only to be expected,” he said, willing himself to remain composed, something he was finding hard.
“Is there anything we can do to help her?” Jane Matthews asked.
“Keep her busy,” Harm said watching his daughters’ animated discussion. “But I think Lily’s got that covered.”
“I think she has,” laughed Jane.
“Ms Matthews,” a young boy interrupted, “I can’t get the tree thingy to stand up,” he said, pointing to a sad looking tree.
“Oh dear,” she replied, having tried everything she could to rescue the prop.
“Anything I can help with?” asked Harm, after all, he had time to spare.

The afternoon at school was delightful for all and, although she was biased, Trish had to declare that Jessie and Lily made the cutest pilgrims. Dinner that night was loud and noisy with the general excitement which surrounds an upcoming holiday and time off school. It was after dinner, when the youngest four, including Kenzie, were fast asleep that the others assembled in the living room. While keeping the kids busy during the day was one thing, Harm knew that ignoring the fact that this was the first anniversary of the fire wasn’t the way to go.

Not wanting a formal discussion where the children felt forced to discuss things, Harm went for the casual approach as the family remained scattered around, engaged in their own activities.
“It’s hard to believe it’s a year since you came to Bellevue, Aidan,” Harm said as he sat beside him on the sofa. “It feels like you’ve always been here, part of the family.”
“I know,” he agreed with a nod of the head. “I was just thinking that myself.”
“And what else have you thought about today?” he asked gently and Aidan’s eyes darted to Jessie.
“Um...” he started hesitantly.
“Well, Jessie, Mac and I had a long chat this morning about today being the anniversary of the fire,” he said, his arm sliding around the young man’s shoulders. “And about everything that happened as a result of that day.” They both watched as Jessie moved from her place on the floor over to them. Using her strength, she pushed up on Harm’s legs and settled herself with them. “Didn’t we, Jess?”
“We did,” she said, nestling against Harm. “And we talked a lot about how I wish the fire never happened and how you and me and mom were still in that house...”
“But then you wouldn’t be my sister!” Lily said, standing up.
“I know,” said Jessie. “But we would still be best friends.”
“It wouldn’t be the same though,” she said in a huff, too young to realise what Jessie had truly meant.
“No, it wouldn’t be,” Mac agreed, reaching out for her Lily’s hand. “Jessie and Aidan love us, they love being here with us but they both really wish there hadn’t been the fire and that Ronnie hadn’t died.”
“Yeah, I wish she hadn’t died too,” Lily said. “She was pretty cool.”
“Yes, she was,” Mac agreed.

And while not a lot more was said on the topic, it was enough to let Jessie and Aidan know they had the support of the family, just like they always had.

Thanksgiving dawned cold and rainy and everyone at the farm had their duties assigned for the day. Frank had volunteered to help Colin babysitting anyone who would be underfoot in the farmhouse. Rounding up the twins and Frankie after breakfast, he trekked the short distance to the Bates house and let himself in.
“Hey, Frank,” Colin said as he scooped up Kenzie and placed him in the highchair. “I think we have the easier task of the day.”
“Me too,” he replied. Cooking wasn’t really his thing and cooking under pressure with intense supervision definitely wasn't his thing either.
“Coffee?” the younger man offered and by the time it was ready, the children were all happily occupied and the men sat down to chat about business and the farm.

Meanwhile, the farmhouse kitchen was a chaotic place and while Harm was trying to run it like a military operation, his mother was trying to do her own thing. Realising nerves were getting frayed, Mac stepped in.
“Mats, are you able to help mom for a bit?” she asked as the younger woman returned from the dining room. “I just need to speak to Harm for a minute.”
“Sure,” Mattie said. “Aidan is helping the girls with the table so I’m free. Take your time.”

Taking her husband’s hand, Mac led him upstairs to their bedroom.
“What’s up?” he asked, checking the time on the clock.
“I thought a time-out was in order,” she said, as she gently pushed him to sit on the side of the bed.
“A time-out for whom?” he questioned, looking at the clock once more.
“You,” she replied. “You and your mom seem to have different ideas on what needs doing and when.”
“That doesn’t mean I need a time-out,” he replied sharply. “I’m trying to get the pies in the oven and she’s interfering. If anyone needs a time-out it’s her!”
“She’s just trying to make this a perfect Thanksgiving,” she said, looping her arms around his neck.
“But she’s questioning and changing everything I’m trying to do,” he continued to protest. “I’ve had to bite my tongue a few times.”
“Sweetheart,” Mac said, caressing his face. “Why are you so worked up?”
“I don’t know,” he said with a shake of his head. “Mom and I have cooked together before but today she just seems overly bossy and contrary.”
“I heard her talking to dad the other day and saying just how special she wanted today to be. Special for everyone, especially Jessie and Aidan and you and I,” she said, her fingers dancing through his hair.
“I can understand making it special for the kids, why us though?” he asked, pulling Mac closer still.
“Oh, I think it’s because of everything we’ve been through this year...you know, my mom dying and the aftermath of that,” she said, fighting the tears. “She was really worried about me and us at the time and she’s just trying to take care of us the best way she knows how.”
“Well,” he said with a sigh. “Don’t I feel like an ass now?” He shook his head.
“I know,” Mac said gently. “But maybe this will help...”

Stepping between his legs, Mac raised her husband’s face before kissing him tenderly.
“I love you,” she whispered between kisses. “And I am very thankful for you each and every day.”
Forgetting the hassles with his mother, Harm melted into his wife’s kisses.”I’m very thankful for you too,” he whispered before leaning back and pulling her onto the bed with him. “Love you so much.”
And, for a while, gentle, loving kisses were the only things that mattered.
“Ah,” Mac sighed, “I guess we should go back downstairs,” she finally said as she sat up once more.
“Not yet,” Harm replied, pulling her back down. “I’m not finished in time-out yet,”
“What about your pies? The kids? Lunch?” she asked, not resisting his advances in the least.
“They’ll still all be down there in five minutes,” he said, kissing her neck. “Or 10...15...”

When 30 minutes had elapsed and there was still no sign of the pair, Mattie resorted to using the intercom.
“If you two have finished your...ah...conversation,” she said, her voice surprising them. “There are things that need your attention down here.”
“Oops,” Mac said, getting to her feet this time. “We’ve got to go.”
“Guess we do,” he replied, standing up next to her and adjusting her collar. “What do I have to do to get another time-out in few hours?”
“You just behave yourself down there, mister,” she warned with a smile.
“But it will be hard not to misbehave knowing that being in here with you is the punishment,” he replied with a grin.
“Well, if you behave yourself for the rest of the day, I will reward you amply later tonight,” she said as she headed to the door.
“Oh, that sounds like a better deal,” Harm said opening the door. “Love you,” he said, kissing her quickly.
“Love you too!” she replied, leading them downstairs. “Now, I’ll sort out whatever that squabble we can hear is and you go play nicely with your mother.”

Heading towards the noise, Mac came across two young girls arguing about place settings.
“What’s all the noise about?” Mac asked from the door way and two shouted explanations came back at her. “You both know better than to yell at me,” she cautioned them. “Now, one at a time...”
“There are four little kids having lunch and sitting at that table,” said Jessie, pointing to the small table set up near the wall. “And there are nine people having lunch at the big table,” she continued, gesturing towards the partly set dining table.
“That’s correct,” Mac said, not seeing the issue.
“But Lily keeps saying there has to be 10 places, not nine,” Jessie said. “And she keeps moving the stuff I put on the table.”
“Lily,” Mac said, turning to the child. “What’s your version?”
“There needs to be 10 places for lunch,” she said simply. “And ‘she’ won’t listen to me.”
“For starters, ‘she’ has a name and it’s Jessie,” Mac said in a warning tone and Lily muttered apologetically. “Why does there have to be 10? Are we expecting someone else?”
“No, not really,” Lily said, shaking her head.
“Then what’s this all about, Lily?” she asked, just as confused as Jessie.

With a grump and a sigh, Lily went to a bag which had been on the bureau and got out a framed photograph of Ronnie. “Amy Michaels said they always set a place for her dad on Thanksgiving and Christmas and stuff and I thought it would be a good idea for us to have one for Ronnie.”
“I think it’s a lovely idea, don’t you, Jess?” Mac said as she watched the child’s response.
“Yeah, it’s a nice thing to do,” she said with a nod. “But why didn’t you just tell me?”
“’Cos mom was supposed to help us with the table and I was going to check that it was okay ‘cos I didn’t want you crying and stuff,” Lily tried to explain. “But then mom went upstairs with dad and took forever and Aidan was here and I really didn’t want to tell him, you know? But I thought if we set the table for nine we’d have to shift everything when mom finally came back and I didn’t want to do that,” she rambled.
“Sorry, I took so long,” Mac said genuinely. “Can I help you finish it now?”
The girls nodded before Jessie moved over to hug her sister. “Thanks, Lily, it’s a pretty cool idea.”

Meanwhile, Harm had headed to the kitchen and waited for his mom to put the tray down.
“I’m really sorry about before, mom,” he said, hugging her and kissing her cheek. “What can I do to help you?”
“You’ve changed your tune,” she replied handing him back his apron.
“I have,” he agreed. “I realised you were right and that you do know best.”
“Well, well,” Trish said with a smile. “I never thought I’d hear those words coming from you, Harmon.”
“I’m man enough to admit when I’m wrong,” he said, tying the strings behind his back. “Especially when my wife tells me so,” he added with a laugh.
Trish gently patted his face. “Maybe we can work together on lunch.”

This time things went a lot smoother and soon everyone was being told to wash up for lunch. There were lots of oohs and aahs around the dining room when Harm carried out the huge turkey.
“Dad, will you do the honours?” he said as Trish handed over the carving utensils.
“My pleasure,” said Frank, standing up. “It looks wonderful.”
“And is that your famous cornbread stuffing, Harm?” asked Colin. “Mattie raves about it.”
“No, actually it’s mom’s,” Harm reported. “And it’s just perfect for today’s meal.”

After grace was said, the mountains of food were devoured by those assembled. When people were finally full and plates cleared, they sat contentedly around the table. Looking around, Harm couldn’t help but smile. The only time he had celebrated Thanksgiving with more people had been in a mess at numerous military bases over the years. This time there were no random personnel sharing his table, they were his family, every single one of them.
“What has you grinning, Harm?” Frank asked from beside his son.
“The thought that everyone here belongs to me,” he said turning to the older man. “It’s an amazing feeling and still a little unbelievable, I guess.”
“Overwhelming is probably my word for it,” he said with a laugh. “For years it was just the three of us and for so many more just your mother and I...then along came your beautiful Sarah and things have improved from there.”
“Definitely improved,” Harm said looking towards his wife who was busy chatting to Mattie. “Not to mention multiplied.”
“Yes,” Frank said with a nod. “Your mother and I often discuss how suddenly we have moved from being retirees in La Jolla and the parents of one to being active grandparents of seven, eight with Colin and great grandparents of one on the east coast.”
“Any regrets?” Harm asked quietly.
“Yeah,” he said with a sigh. “That you and I didn’t have this relationship years ago. I know that cannot be changed but I’m very thankful we have it now.”
“Me too, dad, me too,” Harm said embracing the older man. “Love you, dad.”
“Love you too, son,” he replied, trying not to let his tears fall.

Trish stood and moved around her husband to her son, she caressed Harm’s face and then kissed his head.
“This is why I wanted the perfect Thanksgiving,” she whispered, not wanting everyone listening in. “For so long you would never let me be your mom...never let us be part of your life ... then with Mac and then Lily we visited but were always guests for Thanksgiving. Even last year, Mattie did Thanksgiving and we still felt like guests. This year, we’re living here, this is our home too and finally, finally I get to make Thanksgiving for my boy and his family. You have no idea just how thankful I am for that.” She kissed his head once more before embracing him.
“Mommy,” Lily said, interrupting Mac’s conversation. “Why is daddy crying?”

Mac spun around to find her very emotional husband still being hugged by his mother. Immediately, her hand was on his back, rubbing gentle circles. “What’s wrong?” she asked looking to Trish and Frank.
“Absolutely nothing,” Frank said with a grin.
“Everything is finally right,” Trish added, kissing Harm’s head once more.
“Harm?” Mac said as he pulled away from his mother.
“I’m happy,” he said taking his wife’s hand. “I’m very happy and I am very thankful for you, for everyone here. So very, very thankful.”

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[> I continue to be amazed by your depiction of the Rabb family, how it has grown and the happiness, even through the sad times. For me, this series is an oasis. -- JoyZ, 13:15:38 07/18/13 Thu [1]


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[> Absolutely beautiful Nettie. You are an amazing writer. -- Beth, 14:13:26 07/18/13 Thu [1]


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[> just beautiful Nettie -- Bev uk, 15:04:58 07/18/13 Thu [1]


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[> I agree with all the comments above and LOVE that Harm had to go to "time out"! -- Shazam, 23:49:19 07/19/13 Fri [1]


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[> Wonderful, Nettie! -- Cookie, 12:17:12 07/21/13 Sun [1]


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