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Conniving Bitches
"You're smelling sad again," Laurie mentions as I lift him up to sit him in my truck. I don't answer anything, just proceed to put his seatbelt on and walk to get into my side, "Why are you so sad? We won a bunch of tickets." God. This kid. "Uh... I don't know. Sometimes I'm sad and I don't know the reason." I lie. Laurie thinks deeply about my words, but doesn't say anything again. When we get to the house, Oliver comes out as if he can't bear to be away from Laurie anymore, as if he can't bear to know he’s with me. His body is tense and only softens a little when Laurie waves enthusiastically at him through the window. I get out of the truck with the intention of going to get Laurie out, but Oliver pulls ahead, unable to wait any longer. "I missed you, baby! Did you have fun?" he
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