A minute later, with her phone in hand, I storm back into the kitchen where Maddie’s placing the plates into the dishwasher. “Why’s your phone dead?” Her shoulders sag. “Oh, crap! I must’ve forgotten to plug it in again.” “Again?” She bites her lip. “Sometimes I forget.” “How often?” “What?” She blinks at me with those pretty green eyes, but I won’t be deterred. “How often are you forgetting to plug in your phone?” Then I hold up a hand, “Never mind. Your phone should last the night even if you forget.” “I know,” she sighs. “I’ve been due for an upgrade. I just hate going to the dumb phone
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