Deanna

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She almost said, I’m scared, but what kind of mother said those words to a child who counted on her? “I’ve never been on my own,” Elsa said. “You’re not on your own, Mom.” Ant popped his head out of the window of the cab of the truck. “I’m here, too!” he chirped. “Don’t forget me!”
Deanna
Ok bawling now
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