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ONE HUNDRED & TWENTY ONE

Eliot’s [POV]

Dax nodded. “You’ve got a chance to make her life easier, here. To take care of someone who deserves to be taken care of. Two someones, I guess.”

“I just hope she lets me.” I continued scratching her head. There were dishes in the sink, but I’d get to them later. A nap really did sound good.

“Anything else you want me to do?” Dax checked, standing up.

“Nah. You can come over later if you want to help with the playground stuff, but I’ve got it ...

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