Scars
I rub the rocks with my thumb, and I can see they are very pretty, “Thank you, Ryan. This one here is rose quartz, and the other is Fairburn Agate. I’ll clean them up, and you won’t believe how pretty they will be.”
His eyes widen, “Really! Can you show me?”
I chuckle, “Yes, no problem, I will show you soon, OK.” He’s a mini version of his father. He’s a little older than Easton and at least two, maybe three years older than the twins.
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