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Jo deemed it utterly unfair. It wasn’t his fault if he came across as cold, remote, unfriendly. It was down to his birth order and he’d had no control over that. Three older sisters, and two brothers, the sixth child born, he was bound to be Saturnine.
47 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Saturnine
crispina kemp 
Brilliant take Crispina
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Thank you, Sadje. It rolled. In fact, it flowed out to the exact word count.
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Wow! 😍
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😀 😀 😀
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And: By the time those hand-me-downs get handed down to #6, they’re always threadbare and out-of-fashion. Great stuff, CK
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Thank you, Ron. As a 3rd child, I know about hand-me-downs. 6th, oh boy! 🙂
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Very clever! Good one.
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Thank you, Susan 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I was lucky enough to be first-born so… no saturnine for me!
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You get to be the star, full of warmth. I’m 3rd from the sun! 🙂
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Oh, I dunno… It had some perks, to be sure ..
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😀 😀 😀
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😁
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Nicely done, Crispina.
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Thank you, Bill 😀
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