Sweet Pea looks at her as if to say, ‘Go take care of it,’ and it makes her feel like a lap dog, not that she wouldn’t have anyway, not that she didn’t hate that sound. The sound of a girl crying, the sound that comes out of a crack in your heart, that sinking sound of hopelessness. Sweet Pea jerks her head up again, looking all business, but she
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