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Quincey
We were here.
We were doing this.
Right?
Right.
Why was I asking myself?
It was done.
Here. Both of us.
And I couldn’t sleep. Like zero, zilch, nada. Not a wink of it.
One in the morning, and I went to the bathroom. I peeked on Nova, and she was good. Curled on her side, sucking her thumb still. So freaking cute. Her penguin clutched under her arm, her little ass in the air. I almost chuckled but clamped it down.
I didn’t want to wake her.
Two in the morning, and I was getting water from the kitchen. Then I peeked on Nova again.
I needed to stop. I was going to be the reason she woke up, but the little bug was sleeping soundly.
Good. That was very good.
I kept trying to reassure myself as I went back to my room, climbed into bed, and closed my eyes.
Three in the
