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 Mark looks pensive; Roy White looks like someone's just bounced a ball off his head. |
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 "You're right; she does take a lot of pictures." |
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 There's a wary look. Probably wondering where the camera is... |
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 The laundry changes, the posterior doesn't. |
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 Let's watch as Mark and Graffy agree not to notice each other. |
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 "I have heard, among this clan You are called the forgotten man..." |
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 The hair's at an awkward length... |
 ... but I think it's growing! |
 Sigh. But the Timlin/Embree memories are tougher. |
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 "... What a swell party this is!" |
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