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Cheryl grabs the Polaroid camera from below the desk as Zanders crouches down next to Ella, with Rosie sitting perfectly in front of them. “Vee, get over here,” he calls out, waving me over. “Oh, I don’t think—” “Get over here. I need all my girls together.” Pressing my lips together, trying to suffocate the way it feels to hear him refer to me as one of his girls, I take the space next to him, crouching down. Zanders wraps his arm around me, his other one around Ella, pulling us both in close. My hand conveniently finds the inside of his muscular thigh as I rest it there while Cheryl takes the shot with Rosie right in front. “Perfect,” Cheryl says after a moment when the black image shifts. I reattach Rosie’s leash to lead her back for her last night here as both Zanders and El
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