Tony carefully watched his three anno old daughter as she played in the leaves at the park. She was bundled up cozy as can be in her gray hat, scarf, and sweater jacket. Her medium length blonde hair flipped around the superiore, in alto of her giacca and her giggled filled the air. It was a crisp autumn giorno and he was happy to have it off to spend time with his daughter. Ziva had wandered off to a negozio not far from the park to do some shopping. This left him with the chance to just watch and absorb what he was witnessing.
He smiled as Danielle held up a leaf excitedly waving it at him before scooping up...
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