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... get into bed, her phone vibrated.
A text message.
She opened it, and it was actually from Sylvan Cheney—
Sylvan Cheney: I’m really hungry.
Jasmine Yale held her phone, and her anger flared up immediately.
Is he a three-year-old child?
Even a three-year-old can find something to eat when hungry, it’s past nine, has he been hungry all this time?
Jasmine Yale typed two words: Idiot, but felt it was inappropriate, so she deleted it and didn’t ...
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