3rd pov:
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"What do you-." Dinah cuts herself off as she notices the buldge in your cheek. "What's in your mouth?" She calmy asks. "Nuffing." "I'm not that great of a mom. But I think I would have noticed a tumor in the side of your face, what is that?" "It's NuFfInG?!" You lie to her. "Spit it out!" She demands holding her hand out. "I'm gonna count to three ok? Spit it it." "1." You shake your head. "2." You shake your head more violently. "If I get to three all of your 'frozen' stuff is going into the trash." She threatans and you gasp. You open your moth setting the contents on her hand before licking your lips. "You had a marshmallow, chapstick, and a whislte in your mouth?" She asks looking at her hand. "Yeah..." "Don't shove random shit in your mouth. You think I wanna go to the E.R with my kid choking on a marshmallow, chapstick and a whislte?" "Otay sowwy.." You say. "How did you even? You know what. I don't even wanna know."
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