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It was around nine in the evening when I received a text from my mom. She had asked if Dane was with me. Of course I said yes. But something within began to flood with worry. Was Dane’s father looking for him now? The boy did leave the dining area without his permission. Even if I’m a relative, one should always ask permission or notify as to avoid getting people all worried and riled up. To my surprise, she asked if I wouldn’t mine babysitting Dane for the night since his father had to leave for a while. She also stated that this favor wasn
