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That’s all she is to me

I tell hiuy with the MD”

Oscar munches on a chip “Redford, you better check Kitsuwon for the fourth-degree burn”

Farrow rolls his eyes but continues inspecting Akara’s shoulder “You all out of original material, Oliveira?”

That’s all she is to me I frown more

I look everywhere but at him

“I’ood jokes fora potato chip in his hland-Oliveira should be here soon to fil

I’ in another deep breath, I focus on oal

I can still accoood Winter conditions haven’t arrived yet, and I didn’t break a bone

Fucking silver linings—I love thes my heart

“It’s not infected,” Farrow tells me

That’s good

I take another breath

Moffy says to ht too I would’ve hiked up to you”

“I know,” I say quietly “But it was late and too dark”

Farrow is studying the bite marks around Akara’s elbow “I’m more concerned about torn muscle”

“I have full range of aze hasn’t left me I feel it

“Okay, but as your doctor, I’ your word on it Also, you really need stitches So take a seat on the table, Kitsuwon”

Akara climbs onto the picnic table next to Moffy While Farrow rests a foot on the bench seat, he digs through his trau

“Papa!” Ripley calls out and drops his sippy-cup as he extends his arms towards Farrow

Thatcher frowns “Isn’t Moffy Papa and Farrow Dada?”

Farrow griain”

Thatcher almost rolls his eyes “You knohat I mean”

I bend down and pick up the sippy-cup before Arkham slobbers all over it Moffy and Farrow are kind of tense, and I know Thatcher isn’t wrong about their parent nicknames

“Maybe he’s confusing you two?” Jane offers a rationale “He’s only eight-months”

“Papa!” Ripley is pulling out of Moffy’s arms to reach Farrow

“That’s your dad, little guy,” Maxis Ripley over to Farrow