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"Sure." Mommy agrees, and I'm so happy she does. I love the zoo. "Whenever you're free, I know you're busy. But, um, weekends would be better for us. I mean, I have school Monday through Thursday, with online classes on Friday, but I'm almost finished with school. And then I start my internship next week; part time, Tuesday through Thursday."

"I can take time off this weekend. We could go Saturday?"

"Saturday would be great." Mommy smiles.

"We're going to da zoo." I sing and dance. "We're going to da zoo."

Mommy and mama laugh at my silly dance moves.

"How about we go into the media room and you show me what this Mickey Mouse is all about?"

"Can we watch Zootopia instead?" I look up at my mama .

"Well, I can't say no to that face."

I'm so happy I have a mama now. She's the bestest mama ever!
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I just got off the phone with Mia and she said Dinah has a kid?! What the fuck?! Why wouldn't she tell me?! She said she didn't want children, yet has a secret kid! And to top it off, Gia sent me a text saying She canceled my remodel of her apartment because she wants a bedroom added, for a little Boy! What the fuck is going on?!

She wont answer her fucking phone, either, and Taylor said she went home early. This is so unlike her, so I'm on my way to her apartment now to find out what the fuck is going on.

When I pull into the parking garage, there is an ugly, big black truck in my spot so I have to park a few spaces away and walk to the elevator.

The elevator smells good, like honey and coconuts, and I hate it. I wish Dinah would just buy us a house in Bellevue, I hate apartment buildings and nosey neighbors close by.

Arriving at the apartment, I storm inside on a mission.

"DINAH!" I call her name, going straight to heroffice.

"Dinah!" I yell louder when she's not in there.

"May I help you, Ms. Callaway?" Zack comes out of his security office, or wherever the hell he lurks.

"Where is Dinah?" I demand to know.

"Tia?" Dinah comes out of the media room, dressed way too casually for a weekday. "What the fuck are you doing? Why are you yelling?"

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