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parents of Willow's teammates, and he is
not one of them.
“Mommy, can I go to the jumping
castle?” Gracie tugs on my shirt.
“Once we’re done here, definitely.”
“I want to go now,” she pouts. I
throw my head back.
"Can you cover the cookies?" I ask
Chelsea, who nods, her mouth full of a
cookie. "Those are for sale, missy!"
