Sophie's POV
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Cathie and Noah started putting things back in order. Earlier, they had turned the space into a huge mess, with cushions tossed on the floor, strands of Cathie's doll's hair littering the floor, toy cars overturned and scattered under furniture, story books left open, crayons broken, shoes flung carelessly in every corners, snack wrappers on the floor, chairs slightly pushed out of place, drawers left open, and stuffed animals on the couch.
I had only stepped out to get my hair done, but coming back home, I regretted ever leaving them on their own.
"Please, pass me the remote control, Noah!"
"Here you go, Ms. Sophie." He picked it up from the table to give to me, joining Cathie on the couch, where she was busy playing with her doll again.
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