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Sam leans back as he watches her apply her makeup and hair spray and he wonders who’s had the pleasure of watching this woman work her magic on herself. He figures not that many but watching her work her magic something comes to mind.

“You don’t seem like a Clementine to me. That seems, like a name best left for southern belles from Georgia, Mississippi and Alabama.”

He has to laugh at the look she gives him. It really said every ting she was thinking without words.

“Don’t be like that Doll, it’s more like you should be an Elsa or something I think it goes back to that stupid song.”

To prove he means no hard feelings he opens his arms to her and grins when he soon has armful of his Babydoll.