[Stan laughs when she does, keeping her from accidentally socking him in the jaw. He deflects her flailing fists and elbows by plopping her onto the bed when he stops his attack, panting a little but smiling.
Let her be happy, he thinks. At least, while she can. He pats his hand against the bed next to her.]
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Let her be happy, he thinks. At least, while she can. He pats his hand against the bed next to her.]
Alright, Pumpkin. Get some sleep.