Annie

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My muscles freeze and I push up on one hand, darting my eyes toward the door, toward the little gray car seat, pink flowers dusting the top, a frilly white lace trimming the edges. Slowly, I ease into a sitting position, Meyer’s pants loud and heavy at my side.
Annie
I was about to saayyyy. Lmaaooo
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