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the guest room because I had locked our bedroom again.
At 1:40 a.m., I wrapped a cardigan around my belly and opened my door.
Quincy was already in the hallway.
He had sneakers on and his backpack in hand.
“I know how to leave without the alarm,” he whispered.
Of course he did.
We slipped down the back stairs, through the laundry room, and out the side door continue reading …
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