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“Good grief” My friend flops back against the couch “Don’t tell daddy”

Lane goes back to engine noises, and I chew on ht Kenny was lactose intolerant”

“Goat’s , apparently She eats goat ice creah, and Lainey’s green eyes blink to etaway?”

Leaning beside her on the sofa, I straighten s and rest my heels on the coffee table next to hers “I’”

She kicks ain “Spill!”

“Ow!” I cry “You’re so violent”

“Mel”

With a loud groan, I just say it “He’s keeping so me crazy”

“Oh, shit” Elaine’s eyes narrow

Lane’s little head pops up again “Mommy, bad word!”

“Mommy said spit,” my best friend casually corrects him

I can’t help noting the obvious “Lane’s pretty good at spotting the sords all of a sudden”

“It’s Patrick!” she shrieks, slapping her leg “I said he swore too much, and now all he does is point out when I drop a bomb I’m ready to kill him!”

That rin “I love him”

Her bottoles out an ar me what happened”