[Wes Archer]

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you know better babe don't let me in Chuckling at his baby sister's expression, Wes reached a hand out and ruffled her hair. "Now, now don't pout." He said. "I just don't need to be spendin' more than I do when you're around." And it wasn't even entirely her fault. She just had a way with him. It had been that way since they were kids. She had just been a ray of sunshine for him and he had solemnly vowed to always protect her. It had been an odd thing to do at a tender age of five but that was what he had done. Now that she was grown, a part of him still wanted to protect her but she would sooner beat him up for it. But her spell on him hadn't worn off despite that. It was annoying being so susceptible to her puppy dog eyes. "Come on, we need to get to the vet. Hop on, ya little rascals." with no intention to keep me

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