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“Lissianna said, smacking Thomas in the arm. “What were you thinking? They don’t waltz here.��
“I was thinking I didn’t want my uncle clasping my butt, and our chests rubbing together as he stepped on my feet while trying to shuffle me around the floor,�� Thomas answered dryly.”
― Lynsay Sands

“Still in Bed?" Thomas had asked with amusement, as Lissianna had blinked at them. "I am so glad you got at least a little rest today. I feared you'd work Greg to death while the rest of us tried to sleep.”
― Lynsay Sands, A Quick Bite