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| Daddy, I'm tanning! |
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| Didn't you say she was the quotation fingers, "Smart One?" |
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| Daddy, Let's play hiding... |
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| When I close the door, you count... |
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| Don't count yet... |
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| O.K., count! |
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| 4,3,2,1 earth below us, drifting... |
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| ...falling... |
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| ...floating, weightless... |
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| calling home... |
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| Says Major Tom... |
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| Chorus! 4,3,2,1 earth below us, drifting... |
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| falling... |
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| calling home... |
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| Dad, I'm just not feeling the whole 80's Peter Schilling "Major Tom" thing... |
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| I am...the count goes on! |
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| We look tough! |
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| So Teagan and Rianne got suckers and thought they would touch noses... |
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| Brielle's expression says it all. Seeya next week for Santa! |
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