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“Welcome home!” Court yelled as we walked up the sidewalk.
When I got close enough to get a good look at her, I gasped. “What the heck happened to you?” She looked like she had been to a paintball field with no protective gear. She and her clothes were splattered from head to toe with peach and creamy beige paint smears, dribbles, and drops.
“This one is not to be trusted around paint.” Seth ruffled Court’s hair playfully, and she stuck her tongue out at him in return. Seth was perfectly clean, except for a large smear on his shirt that had obviously been done on purpose. My guess was that he had teased Court about being a mess one too many times, and she had exacted her revenge on his shirt.
“I can’t wait for you to see what we did.” Court was bouncing with excitement as she led th
