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Sylvester held the blonde babe in his arms, rocking her back and forth gently to prevent any fuss. She had Petunia’s eyes.
“Does Pretty Penny know her ol’ uncle came from a long lineage of inventors?” He asked. “Your uncle’s a smart man.”
Penny could only answer in little babbles.
The man tickled her tiny stomach before she released a soft giggle, squirming in his arms.
“Perhaps I could teach you a few tricks when you’re older.”
She held out a tiny hand and hugged one of his fingers. Sylvester chuckled. “Or not. We can’t have you getting tendonitis, can we?”