The Ivey Legacy 3.3: They grow up so fast

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What we’ve got to work with for the next generation is a mean girl who’s somewhat mild (you’re the Diet Coke of evil. Just one calorie, not evil enough!), and gloomy girl…

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…and this supposed bookworm/music lover.

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Tatum was doing quite well at work, his novels were selling well!

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This girl, Deborah Darnell, called him up one day and wanted to come over and hang out. I figured they were friends from work and let her, but it turns out she worked in Business and had like no relationship with Tate…

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She did seem a whole lot more interested in his teenage daughter..!

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Ana: ”Did she just check out my butt?”

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Ana: ”Sweeeeet.”

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Dahlia decided to try to get in on the action.

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But Deb only had eyes for Ana.

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Kailynn: ”So, you know, I cooked this awesome meal! …Hello?”

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Deb: ”You like books? This is… a great one.”
Ana: ”Awesome, I’ll make sure to check it out.”
Deb: ”Do.”

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Gloomy sandbag!

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Dahlia: ”I know that book she recommended, it’s… quite different from what dad writes. A lot different.”
Ana: ”I didn’t know you could read? Justshutupokay!
Matilda: ”Huh…”

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Ana took comfort in some push-ups…

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…while Dahlia was left with her own gloomy thoughts. She wasn’t entirely sure that the older lady had good intentions, but it didn’t seem like anyone listened to the youngest sibling.

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Deb just happened to drop by again the next day, conveniently just when the kids got home from school.

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Ana: ”Well, well, fancy seeing you here…”

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Kailyn, being a perfectionist, isn’t too happy about having more successful younger siblings. Especially when she isn’t doing too hot herself.

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She takes to the juice.

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You can at least pretend that leveling your mixology skill for work is fun, dear. No?

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Downstairs, Tate was trying out poetry. It went… okay?

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Ana and Dahlia spend most of their time in the “gym” (basically a weight machine, a treadmill and a sandbag plopped in the attic, heh).

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With a break from the daily grind, it’s Ana’s birthday!

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Young adulthood here she comes! She grew up with the insane trait. Oh boy…

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Ana: ”Hey, Deb! Guess what, I’m not jailbait anymore!”

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She was there almost immediately. Figures.

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Deb: ”So…”
Ana: ”So.”
Dahlia: ”Hey guys.”

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Ana: 
”It’s nice that you could come over on such short notice.”
Deb: ”You didn’t think I’d miss your birthday, did you?”
Dahlia: ”Guys!”

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Ana: ”Whaaat?”

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Dahlia: ”Uhhh. Hi!”
Ana: ”Hey..?”
Matilda: ”Ana, I brought some cake for you, dear. If you… if you’d like.”
Ana: ”Jeez!”

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Finally the two got some time alone, to just gaze up at the stars.

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It was getting late, and it was time for Deb to head home. Laughing they both made it to their feet again, slightly numb from laying on the ground for so long. Ana could also feel a tingling sensation that had nothing to do with the ground when Deb’s hand quickly brushed against her.

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Ana: ”I hope to see you again, soon?”
Deb: ”I’ll make sure we do!”

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All in all, that was a good birthday!

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Being all grown up now, it was time for Ana to get a grown up job. Obviously. It seems the team’s colors have changed since Paolo was the mascot.

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Ana came home just in time to celebrate Tate’s birthday.

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It seems like the cake curse is over, and Tate is still a virile silver fox!

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