Chapter 137
She shut the windows when she heard a barn owl screeching loudly outside of their window. It had been over three days since the mishap. Jessica was complaining more than an eight-year-old would do daily, sometimes she asked about her grandparents often. Other times she asked questions that were bigger than her. Doreen held her temple, she tried to convince herself that she was as firm as a rock, who was she kidding? At least she toiled and tolerated Maks as much as possible knowing that he was overseas but the tides had turned. She kept raising a question about fireflies and she could not hear any music. Her talkativeness made twice as much.

They were at Ward 60 and they had her oxygen tank held up for any leaks.

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The next morning, the cops were coming together and setting up a bounty hunt, he was buttered up but he had to retain an animal form, at least one that did not look like another one of nature's heftiest mistakes. A platypus would do, they didn't do much. He did not know
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