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I hope you like this one. I had been building up and thinking of this scene since I started the fanfic.

CHAPTER 10 – September - Buried

Kiyra woke up early. It was the first day that Demi had been here, not counting last night. Kiyra shifted onto her side and looked at Demi, who was lying next to her. She got up and stretched, waking her little boy up in the process.

"Mama, where you going?"

"I'm just going downstairs for breakfast. Come with me." Kiyra lifted Demi up into her arms and left the room.

The common room was unnaturally full of picks, including the Dove's and the Goats. There were more from other taverns and bars. They were silent, not loud as they usually were.

"This is the boy then?" A boy a couple years younger than Kiyra asked. "The mage?"

Demi held tight to Kiyra and didn't say anything.

"Yes. This is him." Kiyra answered.

"Canna we see him do some magi?" Asked a foreign-looking pick.

"No!" Geoff said from his seat by the hearth. The picks sobered to hear him speak so firmly. "An untrained mage could blow us all up. One so young and powerful could probably blow the whole street up. I'd advise all of you to not bother or scare Demi."

Kiyra had never seen the Dove empty out so fast. Only the Goats were left.

"Are they scared of me?" Demi questioned.

"They're scared of what you can do." Kiyra explained.

"We need to find you a teacher. I have one in mind." Geoff said.

"Will he teach me my gift?" Demi reached for some porridge on the counter and Kiyra got him a spoon. Kiyra sat down at a table and pulled Demi onto her lap. The Goats clustered around Demi.

"Hi, Demi!" Emma said. "I'm Emma."

Demi looked at her soberly.

"I'm Rye." The boy offered. "Me and Emma are twins. We were born at the exact same time."

Demi still didn't say anything, but the beginnings of a grin appeared.

"I'm Dann and I'm seven."

"I'm Wren." Wren said simply.

"Is Demi a Goat?" Dann asked.

"I'm not a Goat! I'm a boy." Demi scowled.

"We're all Goats here, except your Papa." Rye laughed at Geoff's expression.

"The Goats are like a gang, only we make things better, not worse. We help people." Dann said importantly.

Demi looked up at Kiyra. "Can I be a Goat, Mama?" He looked confused when the four children cracked up at Kiyra's new name.

Kiyra looked at Geoff, who nodded. "Yes, Demi."

"I already had the necklace made for you." Geoff said.

"Only girls wear necklaces." Demi wrinkled up his nose.

"Not us!" Rye proclaimed. "Out with it, Dann! Show him yours too."

Kiyra, Rye, Emma, Wren, and Dann all pulled out their Goat necklaces and showed Demi.

"Tyrell, Lars, Finn, Merci, and Toady all have one. Cole was buried in his." Rye said matter-of-factly.

Demi inspected the little goat on the gold chain. "I want one. If it isn't just a girl thing."

Geoff pulled a Goat necklace out of his pocket. "Whenever you get into trouble, the necklace calls all the Goats to you. I have one, too."

"Thanks, Da." Demi slid the chain over his head and tucked the goat into his shirt.

Kiyra winced. "We need to get you cleaned up."

"I'm clean." Demi protested. "I don't want a bath."

"You need new clothes." Kiyra decided. "And a bath." She said firmly.

"Can I get a cape?" Demi bounced in Kyira's lap with excitement.

"We'll see how you behave." Kiyra promised, sending her companions into peals of laughter.

"You sound….just like an…old wifey!" Geoff gasped out.

Demi was done with his porridge, so Kiyra stood up in a huff. "Maybe I am an old wifey. Come along, Demi."

Outside the Dove, Kiyra counted the coins that she had saved from helping Lalasa in the shop.

"Alright, let's get you some clothes." Kiyra set Demi down on the ground, painfully aware of his bare feet.

"I want a cape and a vest like Da's. I want blue things. Blue is my favorite color." Demi slipped his hand inside Kiyra's and she smiled.

"If I have enough." Kiyra agreed.

At the end of their shopping, Demi would have been dressed like a little prince, at least in the Rogue.

There was one pair of blue knee-length cotton breeches and a long black woolen pair. Kiyra had bought him two long-sleeved, white cotton shirts with collars and a sleeveless gray shirt. She couldn't forget five new loincloths, two pairs of woolen stockings and two pairs of silk stockings. She bought him a white and blue striped nightshirt and a thick, black woolen coat that went halfway down his thighs and had a belt around the waist.

For shoes, Kiyra had got a pair of soft-soled shoes that didn't cover his ankle for special occasions and a pair of calf length boots for the winter. She figured that Demi would want to go barefoot during the summer like most of the boys his age in the Rogue.

"Mama, I really want the cape and vest. Please. I'll be a good boy for the rest of my life." Demi pleaded.

Kiyra slipped her hand in her pocket and examined her coins. "Demi, I'm really sorry but I don't have enough money. I could buy you a cheap one, but it wouldn't be good quality."

Demi's face fell. Kiyra's heart went with it.

"Listen, when's your birthday?"

Demi looked at her blankly.

"When were you born?"

"I'm three." Demi answered.

Kiyra guessed that he didn't know his birthday, like most of the street kids.

"A birthday is the day that you were born. Mine is next month. When do you want yours to be?"

Demi thought for a minute. "I want us to have the same!"

"Right then. For your birthday, I promise I'll buy you the best cape in Corus."

"I can wait a month." Demi consented.

Kiyra hugged him. "Now, time for that bath and then we're going to see Aunt Lalasa."

"I have an aunt?"

"Yes. Do you want to meet her?"

"Is she nice?" Demi asked worriedly.

"Oh, very nice."

"I want to see her." Demi was swinging Kiyra's arm as they walked.

"We're almost back to the Dove. If you can take a quick bath, then we'll walk over to Aunt Lalasa's before lunch."

"I'll hurry." Demi said. "I want to wear my new clothes. Can I, please?"

"Of course. Here we are." Kiyra and Demi walked up the Dove's steps and into the Dove.

Geoff was in his place by the fire. "Did you get your cape?"

"No, Da. Mama didn't have enough. My birthday's next month." Demi clambered onto Geoff's lap.

"Do you want to see what I got him?" Kiyra set the clothes down on the table.

"I actually have to leave now." Geoff said, standing up, holding Demi. "I was just waiting for you."

"Why?" Kiyra asked.

"You know I have the Rogue in Port Caynn, too. I have to go there for a bit."

Kiyra stood stunned. "For how long?"

"At least a month, maybe two." Geoff looked a little sad. "I'm sorry, Kiyra. I'll hurry back. Can you keep out of trouble?"

"I'll try." Kiyra forced a smile. "What about you?"

"I'll try." Geoff hugged her. "Be good. Take care of Demi. You know where I keep my money. Buy something good for Demi from me. Oh, and you need to meet Demi's new teacher at the Dove tonight at six."

"I will." Kiyra looked down at Demi. "Say goodbye to your Da."

"Bye, Da." Demi squeezed Geoff tight around the neck.

"Bye, son." Geoff set Demi down. "Take care of your ma."

"I will." Demi stood importantly.

Geoff kissed Kiyra softly and sweetly. "Bye."

And then he was gone.

"Why are you crying, Mama?" Demi asked Kiyra.

"Da's gone away."

"He'll be back, won't he?"

"Of course." Kiyra held Demi's hand. "Now for that bath."

"Then Aunt Lalasa?'

"Yes." Kiyra led Demi to Geoff's room. Geoff had a bath waiting, to save Kiyra the work. It was still warm.

Kiyra helped Demi take off his raggedy clothes and step into the bath. The water turned brown almost instantly. Demi laughed and splashed around. Kiyra grabbed a bar of soap and began scrubbing at his skin and hair.

Ten minutes later, the water was cold and Demi was clean.

"Can I get out?" Demi shivered.

Kiyra grabbed one of Geoff's blankets and helped the little boy step out. She wrapped the blanket around him.

When Demi was dried off, Kiyra helped him put on one of his new loincloths and his blue cotton knee breeches.

"It's not cold. I don't wanna wear a shirt." Demi complained.

"You have to wear a shirt." Kiyra picked up one of the long-sleeved ones, but remembered the fun of being a child in the Rogue. Half the fun was freedom of clothes.

"Well," Kiyra reasoned, "Can't you at least wear the sleeveless shirt? If you do, you won't have to wear shoes."

Demi nodded eagerly and slipped on the shirt without further complaint.

When Demi was dressed, Kiyra turned to the mirror. They looked like a proper mother and son.

Both Demi and Kiyra were clean. Demi was in new clothes. Kiyra was in her skirts now and wore breeches only half of the time. She usually wore breeches when she was out at night and when she was on Goat business. Demi's hair was carefully brushed, even though the wiry curls wouldn't straighten and looked cute anyway. Kiyra's hair was halfway down her back and carefully brushed.

"I wanna go see Aunt Lalasa now." Demi whined.

"I want to go." Kiyra said firmly. "And no whining. Goats don't whine."

"I want to go see Aunt Lalasa now." Demi tried again.

"Good." Kiyra said. "Let's go."

As Kiyra and Demi were walking, Demi saw a flower girl. "Can I buy some flowers, Mama?"

Kiyra handed him a coin. "Let her keep the change."

Demi skipped up to the sad-faced, young girl and handed her the coin. Kiyra couldn't hear what was being said, but she could see Demi chattering animatedly away. The flower girl's face broke into a smile as she handed Demi the flowers.

Demi skipped back and handed Kiyra half of the roses. "These are for you, Mama."

Kiyra bent down and kissed his forehead. "Thank you, Demi."

"The rest I'm saving to give to Aunt Lalasa. Is that alright?"

"Of course." Kiyra approved. "That's a very nice thing to do."

"Are we almost there?" Demi squeezed Kiyra's hand.

"Here actually." Kiyra entered the shop, pulling Demi behind her. The shop was bustling with activity, it being early afternoon.

"Where is she?" Demi asked.

"Hello, Kiyra!" Julie waved from behind the counter. "Did you come to work here today?"

"No, I can't today." Kiyra walked to her. "Actually, I've got a son."

Julie's jaw dropped a couple of inches and her eyes grew like saucers. "Kiyra…what…"

Kiyra laughed. "It's complicated. I'll explain later. But this is Demi."

Demi stepped forward. "Are you my Aunt Lalasa?"

Kiyra and Julie began to laugh. "No, this is your Aunt Julie."

Demi bowed, but then turned accusatorily to Kiyra. "You didn't tell me I had two aunts, Mama!"

"I know, I'm sorry." Kiyra tried to look apologetic.

"I brought you some flowers." Demi split Lalasa's bouquet in half and gave it to Julie.

"Thank you Demi." Julie smiled down at him. "Kiyra, he's a little charmer."

"Where's Lalasa? I wanted her to see him."

"She's in the back eating lunch." Julie said, then turned to a patiently waiting customer.

Kiyra walked to the back room. "Lalasa, you've got a nephew."

Lalasa's reaction was much like Julie's. "Kiyra, you're not pregnant, are you?"

Kiyra giggled. "No. This is Demi. He's my son." Kiyra winked at Lalasa, who got the message.

"Oh, he's adorable. Are these for me? Thank you."

"Isn't he sweet?" Kiyra said proudly.

"Adorable." Lalasa agreed.

"Well, I don't want to keep you from your lunch." Kiyra said. "Demi, do you want to learn how to fight today?"

"Kiyra, is it really a good idea…"

"Geoff was going to teach him how to throw knives. This is a much better alternative."

Demi recognized Geoff's name as his father. "Da's gone away and Mama was crying."

Lalasa looked worriedly at Kiyra, who flushed. "It was nothing. Just a month in Port Caynn to settle the Rogue there."

"Come over whenever you get to feeling lonely." Lalasa told her.

"I won't be lonely." Kiyra argued. "I've got my Goats, and Demi, and the Dove, and you and Julie."

Lalasa looked skeptically at Kiyra. "Friends don't make up for a love."

Kiyra blushed furiously. "I don't love him."

Demi stared at Kiyra. "You don't love Da? But you kissed him…"

Kiyra turned even a darker red. "Well, maybe a little bit."

The older woman just smiled and shook her head. "Kiyra, I've known you since you were a little one. Just keep out of trouble."

"I will." Kiyra promised. "Come along, Demi. We're keeping Aunt Lalasa from her work."

"Bye, Aunt Lalasa." Demi gave a little wave and stood up from where he had been sitting on the floor.

"See you, Lalasa." Kiyra led Demi out of the shop. "Now, Demi, have you ever heard of hand-to-hand combat?"

Kiyra looked impatiently at the Dove's door. The mage teacher for Demi was late. The little boy was swinging his feet on the bench and fidgeting.

"Can I go play with Dann?" He begged.

"Wait for the teacher. After you've met him, you can play until bedtime."

A tall, redheaded noble walked into the Dove. Kiyra had never seen him before. She stood up, assuming that it was the new teacher. The redhead noticed and headed towards her.

He bowed when he reached her. "Thom at your service. Is this the boy I'm to teach?"

"Yes, sir." Kiyra replied automatically and curtsied. "I'm Kiyra, his mother. This is Demi."

Demi stood up on the bench and bowed.

"Geoff didn't tell me much about the boy's abilities. Can you explain to me what he can do?"

Kiyra bit her lip. "Blow up stuff. He blew up a food stall a couple days ago and made flames shoot at my friend when he scared him."

Thom nodded. "Most likely a fire mage then, but we'll have to see."

"How often are the lessons to be?" Kiyra asked.

"As often as possible until he learns control. Until then, keep him with you and make sure nothing frightens or angers him." Thom warned.

"He's usually pretty calm." Kiyra assured him. "But I'll be careful."

"I can teach him every day at six except for Sundays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. That will only continue until he can find his control."

"That sounds fine to me. What about you, Demi?"

Demi looked unconcerned. "Can I go play now?"

Thom and Kiyra both laughed. "Run along." Kiyra swung him down from the bench.

"I'll be leaving then." Thom said with another bow.

"Thanks so much for teaching him. As for payment, Geoff's gone now…"

"Payment is not an issue." Thom said and turned.

"Wait, aren't you Lady Alanna's son?"

Thom smiled. "Branded for life."

Kiyra laughed. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright."

After Thom had left, Kiyra sat down near Geoff's empty 'throne' with a mug of ale. Some of Geoff's most loyal companions set around there. Kiyra listened to the stories and jokes they told.

After a particularly funny story about Geoff when he was just a boy, Kiyra swished the rest of her ale down and called to Randy for another.

Randy didn't come, so Kiyra turned to look at the counter. Randy was talking to a young boy, about twelve years old.

Then the boy turned and their eyes met. A flash of recognition passed between them.

Kiyra let out a string of curses and even the coarse Rogue around her were awed.

Kiyra slammed her empty mug down and stood up stiffly. The boy weaved his way across the room to meet her.

"Kiyra!" He said excitedly.

"Jonny, what are you doing here?" Kiyra said harshly and he looked hurt.

"I came to find you." His voice was equally stony.

"Why?"

"Cause you abandoned all of us without even caring about us."

Kiyra swore again. "I did not! By Mithras, I sent you money every day of my time in the Rogue."

"It's not like it ever got to us." Jonny sneered. "You didn't care enough to make sure that Mother used it on us."

Kiyra was about to shoot a reply back, but his remark hit home. "You mean…she didn't buy food and clothes and stuff?"

Jonny had also calmed down. "Just drugs and drink."

"I'm sorry, Jonny, I never thought." Kiyra shook her head in anger and fury.

"So this is where you live?" Jonny looked around.

"Yes, upstairs, actually."

"Are the stories true?" Jonny's eyes were wide upon. "The ones about the Goats and the Court and the Dominion Jewel? Did you really start the huge brawl two years ago and talk to the King and Queen?"

Kiyra grinned. "Yah."

"Did you really meet the Lioness and go to the dungeons?"

"Yes." Kiyra grinned even wider.

Demi chose that moment to run to Kiyra. "Mama, Rye told me I had to ask you if I could go on the roof with them."

Jonny's jaw dropped. "You have a son? Kiyra, you're only fifteen years old!"

Kiyra didn't feel like telling him the way of coming about Demi. "Yep. He'll be three next month."

"Who's this?" Demi asked.

"This is your Uncle Jonny. He's my little brother."

"Two aunts and one uncle." Demi giggled. "So can I go?"

"Sure." Kiyra said. "Be careful not to fall."

"The kids are asking about you." Jonny said unexpectedly. "Those that remember."

"How are they?" Kiyra asked.

"Hungry. Cold. Sick. They're okay though."

"I'll give you some money. Buy food and clothes, don't even give it to her."

Kiyra wanted to ask Jonny if the kids could come and live at the Dove, but she didn't want them to end up like her. The boys would probably be thieves, and the girls either thieves or prostitutes. She wanted them to end up respectable.

"Thanks Kiyra. Can't you even come and visit?"

Kiyra shook her head immediately. "I don't belong there anymore. Haven't been there for years. Leave the dead buried."

"We're not buried!" Jonny defended.

"I know." Kiyra sighed. "Listen, take that to the kids, but don't hang around here. I don't want you turning out a thief."

Jonny nodded and headed out.

"He doesn't really look like you." A nearby man commented. He was near enough to have heard the whole conversation.

It was true. While Kiyra had light brown-blond hair and blue-green eyes, Jonny had darker hair and brown eyes. Their faces looked almost nothing like each other either.

"Different fathers." Kiyra replied. "One for every child."

The men laughed at her joke, but they knew the truth of it.

Kiyra returned to her ale, more moodily than before.

Someone was shaking her. Kiyra shoved them away and rolled over.

"Kiyra, Kiyra, your brother's here! Get up now!"

"Rye, why'd you have to wake me up?" Kiyra mumbled.

"Jonny's here and he needs help!"

Kiyra was up and out of her bunk in an instant. "Where is he?"

"In the common room! Hurry!"

Kiyra ran into the common room, tugging on a pair of breeches and strapping on her dirk as she went. Coming into a rowdy bar with only a huge shirt wasn't a good idea and she might need her weapon.

Jonny was beaten. His face was bloodied and bruised. It was a startling change from what he had looked like three nights before.

"Jon, what happened?" Kiyra grabbed his shoulders.

"Ma's got a new man and they found out about the money you gave us." Jonny scrunched up his face to keep from crying.

"Take me there." Kiyra said simply. "Rye, get us a horse." The boy took off at a run.

"I'm worried for the kids." Jonny babbled. "I didn't want to leave them, but I wanted to get you, now that I knew where you were. What else could I do?"

"You did right, Jonny. Everything is going to be fine. Rye's probably got the horse ready by now."

The Dove had a stable with a couple horses for the Rogue Majesty's use. Rye had chosen the biggest and fastest horse. Kiyra leaped on it and pulled Jonny up behind her.

"Thanks Rye. Watch Demi." Those were Kiyra's last words as she kicked the horse's sides.

Kiyra knew the way back to her house, but Jonny knew the shortcuts. They pounded through the alleys and streets as if the Black God was chasing them.

After about seven minutes, they reached the building.

"Hurry." Kiyra flung open the door and began charging up the steps, Jon not far behind. Four flights up, Kiyra stopped at a door that she knew all too well. Taking a deep breath, she pushed on the door.

Instantly, the sound of children crying was combined with the sound of hits and shouts. Kiyra almost plunged in, but years of caution and experience with the Rogue reminded her to keep low. She padded to the sounds, not seeing anyone on her way. Jonny had followed her lead.

The noise came from one of the three rooms of her family's in the building. Kiyra ground her teeth and barged in.

Instantly she sized up the situation. A big man was pummeling a young boy, her brother Kiyra realized, into a wall. A group of children were huddled on a rickety bed, opposite a woman watching the proceedings with mild interest.

"Stop!" Kiyra shouted at the top of her lungs. Eight heads turned her way.

"What, some trollop can think she can tell us what to do in our own house?" The big man was drunk and his words were slurred. Jonny slipped behind Kiyra and sat on the bed. Kiyra knew that he trusted her to fix things.

"Leave my brothers and sisters alone." Kiyra firmly.

"Aw, so you're the queenie the babes are always whining about. Kiyra will come and Kiyra this and Kiyra that." The man grinned meanly. The boy he had been beating scrambled over to the other children and the man made a snatch for him.

"Don't touch him!" Kiyra warned.

"Who's going to stop me?" The man said sarcastically and came for her.

Kiyra weaved to avoid the swing and gave the man an uppercut to the chin. He reached for the first thing that came to him, which was a broken leg of a chair. Too fast for Kiyra to react, he swung the makeshift club at her side.

Kiyra gasped and wheezed on the floor. The man brought up the club for one last fatal strike, and Kiyra remembered her Shang training.

She rolled out of the way and drew her dirk in one swift movement. When she rolled onto her feet, she crouched like a cat.

The man was drunk and didn't draw back. Instead, he chopped at her neck and grabbed for her arm. Kiyra dodged the grab and slashed at the club. The club broke into pieces and fell to the floor. Without thinking, Kiyra buried her dirk in the man's chest and pulled it out again. He crumpled to the ground.

Kiyra strode over to her mother. "How could you let a man like that in your house?"

Her mother stared at what had been the man and did not say anything.

In disgust and hatred, Kiyra backhanded the woman. Her mother fell back unto the bed and Kiyra left her there.

Turning to her brothers and sisters, Kiyra saw fear on the younger ones and satisfaction on the older children.

"Are you really Kiyra?" The beaten boy asked. He looked like Kiyra. He had the same eyes, hair, and nose. Kiyra knew that he was Luth and about eight or nine.

"Yes." Kiyra replied.

A girl a bit younger than Jonny with a Bazhir look about her looked worriedly at the dead man. "He's with the Provost. They come over most nights."

"Let's get you out of here then, Mattie. Come on, all of you. We have to get to the Dove."

"Is that where you live?" A little boy asked and Kiyra nodded.

"Are you Dinny?" Kiyra smiled. He smiled widely. The last time Kiyra had seen him was when he had been a baby.

"This is Lamie," Jonny pointed to a young girl and then to the two youngest kids, who looked to be about three and two. "That's Allan and the baby's Sadie."

"Hi," Kiyra said awkwardly. "It's good to see all of you."

"I think we should leave now." Mattie said urgently. "I really do."

"Alright." Kiyra said. "Jonny, get anything important or any money. Mattie, help me get the kids together."

Kiyra picked up Allan and grabbed Lamie's hand. Mattie picked up Sadie and looked worriedly out the window. Dinny clutched at Mattie and shifted on his feet. Luth helped Jonny get some clothes and stuff together.

"They're here." Mattie turned around. "Kiyra, what do we do?"

Kiyra heard the door of the building slam and loud footsteps. "Jonny! Get the kids out of here! Now!"

"What about you?" Jonny grabbed Allan and yanked on Lamie.

"I'll stay. I'll take care of it. Just go!" Kiyra shoved them out the door. "Go upstairs. Go as high as you can. Find someone of the Rogue and tell them Kiyra says get them to the Dove. Tell someone there that they need to find Julie. Get Julie to take you to Lalasa. Got that?" She was shoving them out the door.

"Up, Rogue, Dove, Julie, and Lalasa." Jonny repeated. He and Mattie herded the children up the stairs. Kiyra breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.

Luth still stood in the room and stared at her.

"Luth, go!"

"I'll stay." Luth said. "I can tell them that he was beating me. They'll hang you if I don't."

"Ma can tell them that." Kiyra looked over to the still form on the bed.

"She's dead. I checked." Luth said without feeling.

Kiyra looked at her mother in horror. "I didn't mean to kill her." She whimpered.

Luth ran up to her and hugged her around the waist. "Thank you for helping us. I stay with you."

"Luth, please, just go! Now!" The footsteps were coming closer.

"Come with me then."

"I can't. They'll think it was you and find you. It was me. GO!" The footsteps were on their hallway now.

"No!" Luth said stubbornly. "I stay."

Kiyra shoved Luth under the bed just when the door opened.

"What is this?" Asked a man in the uniform of the guard. Kiyra thanked the gods that he was not drunk.

"You killed Bruts! And his woman!" Another man looked angrily at Kiyra and her bloody dirk that was in her sheath.

"Yes." Kiyra said. "I did."

Luth rolled out from under the bed. "I helped. It was me, too."

Kiyra bit her lip and silently cursed his stupidity.

"Arrest me." Kiyra said. "Let him go. All he did was shove the man."

"I hit her on the head with a board." Luth lied.

"He shoved the man!"

"I killed my mother!"

"You're both under arrest!" Yelled the first soldier who had talked. "Hand over your dirk."

Kiyra unbuckled the belt that held her dirk. "This better get to Baron George or the king will know why."

"Yah!" Luth added.

The men tied their hands behind their backs. "It's the dungeons for you." One said with a snicker.

"Been there, done that." Kiyra bragged.

"Dungeons are nothing to here." Luth said with confidence.

"Shut up." The guard said. "You'll have fun, trust me."

Kiyra 16
Jonny 12
Mattie 11
Luth 8
Dinny6
Lamie5
Allan3
Sadie2

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