The shirt hadn't yet hit the floor by the time Alison hit the balcony. Her eyes were wide and her heart hammering in her chest. Sure, this was her husband with his luck powers and crazy Mojoworld physiology... but he was four. If he fell...
"Longshot?" She called in what she hoped was a steady and non-startling voice.
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"Longshot?" She called in what she hoped was a steady and non-startling voice.