We were rudely awaken far too early the following morning by the shrill sound of my alarm. Oliver lifted his head off the pillow and glanced at the clock. “Can we pretend it’s Saturday and stay in bed?”
“Ha! No chance. Miss Thompson will kill me if I’m late! Come on lazy bones …” I gave him a playful shove. “You can’t go to school dressed like that. You’…
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