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Peter's birthday was, so far, perfect. Thomas and Spectre were seated on the sofa, cuddling with Abby who was mocking Stuart. It wasn't completely clear what Stuart was doing, but as Abby mocked a large percentage of the things he did, it could have been anything. David, his arms full with his young son William, moved over to join them, and he and Thomas broke into a passionate conversation about the theatre and children while their respective spouses looked on, their faces more than fond.
( The Party )
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