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off.
“Kid needs to get used to noise.”
Ethan nodded. “He can sleep anywhere. Don’t make everything about him.”
About him.
Our five-year-old child.
I took Leo to the smallest room at the back. It was still beautiful—soft bed, ocean print on the wall, little lanai with flowering plants—but I knew what it meant.
They took the view.
We took what remained.
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