*charging into the room...shedding Yankee blue South American steaks...locking onto ty97...throwing my arms up and out in welcome...noticing that he
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jolts upright, eyes big as a stray antelope caught on the plains in the open...wondering why he then pivoted to run...pondering it for a moment before shrugging my shoulders, redoubling my efforts and increasing my speed...gaining on him slowly...racing footstep for racing footstep...I reach out...fingers wiggling...tickling the folds of his shirt...finally finding purchase, grasping and jerking him back...his feet fly back...his entire body yanked backwards....folding in half...gently tossing him behind me...wheeling in pursuit...my feet skidding...as I leap and tackle the barely to his feet ty97...finally, with resolve, taking him down...pouncing...
"does stuff"...standing over him...giving him not One Point but Two with each index finger and screaming*
Birthday!
*smiling and then running off...leaving Yankee blue footprints*
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