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Chris looked up at the sky with a smirk.
He was glad that it was a clear afternoon even though it was well into autumn for his nut-job of a brother wanting to barbecue in September. A small part of him wanted an overcast sky and a chilly weather but at the same time, he had no desire to ruin his mom’s birthday. The glass screen-door opened, followed by Dahlia and Scott streaking past him with Pebbles at their heels like bats out of a cave.
“Stop running you two.”
He called out to his nieces but they showed no acknowledgement, making him frown. They were much more occupied with the pile of raked leaves. It was his own troublemaker of a pet who set an example and jumped on the pile, scattering his hard work from the morning. He couldn’t even fault the two kids who joined Pebbl
