[reaching out and down by his toes that are now spread out long before him, dick offers a display of that flexibility that makes him so unique and he grabs a ball that had rested an inch below where he'd been stretched out.

never once did he need to release the hand from behind jason's back.] sweet on you, you mean.

[he laughs, and his eyes light bright as he watches the young man beside him.]

here toss this and watch them all run for it. Who do you think will win. patches over there, or this one that looks a little like gar if you ask me. all he needs is green fur.