Chapter 11 New Schedule; New Routines

Anne-Marie’s P.O.V

“Yucky!” Maryanne spits, slapping the pack of chocolate biscuits away. Immediately, her face crumples, and her mouth widens into a loud cry. She throws hands, kicks on my lap, and wriggles out of my grip, wailing in disgust and hunger.

Diana bends over to retrieve the biscui...

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