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“I don’t think so,” I replied. “A dog’s a lot of work. We should start smaller. Maybe a hamster. Let’s ask Uncle Boris if that’s okay or if he thinks it’s too much.” I smiled at Boris , whose eyes were glued to my chest. I adjusted my tank, pulling it down just enough to expose the top of the b*a he’d requested. He wanted to break our rules and bully me? No problem. I was a big girl now, and I could fight back. “So what do you think, Uncle Boris ?” I asked sweetly. “Is it too much?” Despite his earlier breakfast, Noah had no trouble polishing off a full plate of pancakes, two slices of bacon, and a glass of orange juice. Another growth spurt coming, I realized. That sucked. Seemed like I’d just bought him new clothes a month ago. Every time I caught up, the kid got bigger. “You don
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