Chapter Twelve

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*PRESENT DAY* 12 YEARS LATER

"Come on, Brin!" I shout to Brinley, running to my car.

"I'm coming!" she shouts back. I hop into my mustang with Brinley and we drive around town.

A boy with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes looks deeply into my eyes. I slow down and pull over. I roll down Brinley's window and ask the boy, "Is there a problem? You keep staring at me."

"Oh, no," the boys replies, "There is no problem. You are just so pretty."

"Why thank you."

"Your welcome, gorgeous."

I start driving again, hair blowing in my face. We head back to the Adoption Home with smiles on our faces. 

"Ms. Annabelle?" I ask, "Do you need any help?"

"Oh, dear, that would be delightful."

"What do you need help with?"

"Can you help me with lunch?"

"Of course!"

"What are we making for lunch?"

"What do you want for lunch?"

"PIZZA!" Brinley and I yell in unison.

Brin

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