Then she discovered her daddy and was fascinated with his prickly goatee and his nibbling on her fingers. She was calm and sweet and curious. She cried when John’s flash went off in her eyes, and again when John leaned on a wall, which in fact was not a wall, but panel! We thought Jemma would appreciate a good pratfall, but it just scared her. Give her time . .
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