I’m on my fourth slice of pizza when Carter hangs up the call, explaining about Jennie’s missing stuffed animal, the one their dad got her, and I know the second he sets those puppy dog eyes on me that I’m fucked. I shake my head before he even opens his mouth. “Please,” he begs. “Aw, man.” I fold over the table. “C’mon.” “Just check on her on your way up. Just a minute. She wouldn’t stop crying.” “She doesn’t even like me! She hates me!” “She loves you!” “You didn’t even try to make it sound convincing!” I slump in my chair. “She’s not gonna wanna see me. Probably throw a pillow at my head or
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