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“Elle”

“Yes!” She patted ed me down to sit on the bottom step

“You’re really weird, you know that, right?”

“Mhh another spoonful of peanut butter

“And you owe me a jar of peanut butter” If only I could be that assertive with , a reply shot to the front offaht reclai exactly how she wanted

“And you’re sad again”

“Family stuff”

“I hear you Mos?”

“Mom and sister”

“Mean girls” It was a statement, not even a question

“Kind of” I tilted my head and looked over at her

“Here’s what I know about the to let them walk all over you? They usually back down”

“I don’t think it works like that with parents”

“Can’t hurt”

A thud froranate-scented body wash,” a distinctly uy strolled to the top of the steps with my blue, extra wide torapped around his waist