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the lawn and grabbed the handlebars.
“Get off, please.”
“Mom!” Brooklyn shouted, her voice breaking into tears on command. “Emma is attacking me!”
Vanessa stood.
At first, I thought she was going to separate them. I thought she was going to yell, maybe embarrass herself, maybe ruin the party in the ordinary Vanessa way.
Then she turned toward the garage.continue reading …
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