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GRANT"S POV
Luna and Lunalyn were rushed to the hospital. Come here now. –Auntie Coney.
Griley and I went froze when we read the text message from Auntie Coney, mother of Milty twins—Luna and Lunalyn. I looked at my twin who was looking so pale and he became agitated and in panic.
Griley is now calling Auntie Coney back the moment he received the text message. He is walking back and forth in front of me while her whole face is pale. I understand him, though. It is Luna and Lunalyn—our friends, but for Griley, Luna is the love of
