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"The number of where we'll be is by the phone in the kitchen, as well as emergency numbers, there's food in the fridge, bandaids in the medicine cabinet, and extra diapers in her closet..........Oh, and make sure she takes her nap today, she gets fussy otherwise, we'll be back around six, thanks again Steven" Mrs. Blake rattled off instructions like a broken answering machine, before bidding her last goodbyes and she and her husband were out the door, as the house fell silent.
"Moms are like that" Tiffany casually said, tossing the tiara off her head "So now what?"
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