Come down Judith
A shuffle came from upstairs, followed by a tired voice. “It’s not even six, Bob…” she mumbled. Footsteps creaked, and a moment later, Judith appeared at the top of the stairs, wrapped in a blanket, hair tousled, blinking sleep from her eyes. Bob waited with one hand on the carrot, and a grin tugging at his face. “You’re gonna want to see this.
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