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Chapter 193

Autor: Lois
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-08-12 14:43:13

Nicole's POV

Breakfast had become a constant chaos every morning. Maple held his spoon high in the air, using it like a microphone while he talked.

"And then the purple squirrel flew right over the big tree, Dad!" Maple said through a mouthful of toast. "It had six wings and a huge pancake hat!"

"Six wings seems like a lot to keep track of, buddy," Tate said softly, setting his coffee mug down on the wooden table.

"It is," Maple agreed, looking very serious. "That's why it crashed into the clou
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