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The familiar ringtone of ‘Don’t worry, be happy’ woke Tonya the next morning. She groaned as she reached out, patting the nightstand for the irritatingly happy wake-up call that she wasn’t expecting. Lifting her head, she shot a blurry-eyed glare at the clock next to the bed and swiped her finger across the smooth surface of her phone.
“Six forty-five? Really, Max? Hasn’t Angela taught you that some people cannot function at this time of the morning?” she growled into the phone.
“I’m currently looking inside your ear, Tonya,” Max chuckled.
Tonya groaned and rolled over. She held the phone at arm's length. “Are you completely nuts? You FaceTime me this early in the morning again and you might get more than the inside of my ear,” she snapped.
Max laughed. “You never were much of a mor
