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Let's Not Argue
*Isla* Maddox was gone when I opened my eyes. I shouldn’t have been surprised. He told me last night that he had a lot to do, but I insisted he stay with me, and he did. I had fallen asleep on him in the bathtub, so he probably didn’t have much of a choice. Now, I am sitting at the dining table eating my breakfast while Poppy fake dusts because she doesn’t need to keep dusting. “I just feel really bad for that baby,” she is saying. I take a piece of toast and break it apart before putting a small piece in my mouth. I haven’t gone to check on Maddy yet, but I will. Not because I want to keep her. I understand now that Maddox is right. It’s not a good idea. I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that I’m expected to do everything Sydney just did yesterday soon enough–except for the
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