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π˜Ύπ™π™–π™₯π™©π™šπ™§ 5

"π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘˜ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘£π‘œπ‘™π‘£π‘’π‘  π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’, π‘›π‘œ?"~~ π‘†π‘œπ‘β„Žπ‘–π‘Ž π‘…π‘œπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘œπ‘£

"𝐼 π‘‘π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘˜...𝐼 π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€. π‘π‘œπ‘€ 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘ π‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘˜ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘’~~ 𝐿'π΄π‘›π‘”π‘’π‘™π‘œ π·π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘Ž π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘’

Sophia

I bit my lips, preventing the laugh that was trying to come out.

Enzo and Nonna were playing butter ups and I was their spectator.

In as much as I would love to go up my room and continue with my project...I had to watch, otherwise I was not getting anything if they were to bake today.

"I didn't choose wikki for nothing." Lola half yelled, running into the kitchen as she dropped her iPad in front of me.

"She won?"

"She won." She nodded, smiling.

"Can I get my 500 bucks from you now?" She put out her hand and smiled. "And also from you Enzo, wikki won." She jumped up.

We had made a bet about an international fighting game and Lola had bet on wikki, the smallest contestant.

"Okay okay, you won
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