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little face.
My mother cleared her throat. “Madison got a wonderful score on her spelling test.”
“That’s great,” I said quickly. “Good job, Madison.”
Madison shrugged.
Laya turned to her cousin. “I can help you make a flower costume if you want. Even if you’re not in the play.”
Taryn’s fork clicked against her plate.
“Madison doesn’t need your help, sweetheart,continue reading …
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