 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Con slowly turned on his heels. People! More people! Were there this many new people last year? "I'm, uh, Con," he said, unaware that he was continually introducing himself as 'Uh-Con'. "And I think," he paused. "That it smells like babies IN Grandma's house." He chuckled to himself. "But, uh, anyway, it's nice to meet you both." He had already forgotten the names of both boys, but that was inconsequential. It was faces that mattered, after all. Perhaps they would even allow him to sit by them at mealtimes.
His spotted skink, Skid, was a rather poor dinner-date.
"Who's Rapunzel?," Con eyed Ryan curiously. Was this boy some sort of Romeo? He must be, if he was on a first-name basis with the opposite sex.
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |