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Simon sighed. “Nevermind.” He put the cloth away and climbed out of bed.

Ayla hugged herself. “Still improper.” She stuck her tongue out at him cutely.

Mary pouted cutely. “Pecking me so much, my goodness I’m gonna become a tomato.”