Yes this is kinda short, but I PROMISE ill write mais tomorrow…
“Edward? Do you have my stuff?” Mom was standing over the mesa, tabela outstretching her hands.
“Yup, right here.” I handed her the bag. She took it, and went back to chopping, her dress moving with every slice. The smell around me was mouthwatering, Mom was cutting carrots and putting them into a pot.
“Your dads going to be late again. The case that he’s working on is getting mais and mais fierce. Hes down at the office right now, were lucky to even have him for the time we do. You know how he is about his job, he never...
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