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Miss.Jenny was staring straight at us right when we got downstairs.

Mike his behind me.

Miss.Jenny scowled at him.

"May I help you?" I glared at her. I have a smart mouth. And she makes me use it constantly.

"Yes, get that brother of yours under control." She folded her arms.

"Keep that mustache and mole of yours under control and I will." I smirked and walked off.

Miss.Jenny mumbled. "You're never gonna get adopted."

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