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No text. No warning. No, “Is this okay?”
Just two kids on my doorstep before dawn.
Tyler was rubbing his eyes with his little fists. “I’m hungry,” he mumbled.
“Come on in,” I sighed, stepping aside. “Let’s find you some breakfast.”
I texted Daphna while the boys settled on my couch: “A heads-up would’ve been nice.”
She replied two hours later: “Sorry!
Last-minute thing. You’re amazing! Heart emoji, heart emoji.”
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