Chapter 48
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Updated : Aug 3rd, 2025
"Mowee! It's my turn! Wet me swing!" says a little boy with dark, wavy hair and green eyes that match my own.
"But you just had a turn!" a little version of me yells at him, not about to let him have a turn.
"That was hours ago! Dad says you have to share wif me," he says, crossing his arms and pouting.
"Fine, you big baby," I tell him and move so he can have a turn. He sticks himself through the hole of the tire and kicks off, swinging back and forth, squealing with joy.
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