flytrap
6.9k | E | mohan/robby -abbot
“You know what I think,” he said. “What I want you to do.”
Samira scowled, anger twisting her tongue before she could think to keep quiet. “Mommy never taught you how to share?”
“Never had to. I was an only child.” Robby held her gaze as he took a sip from his own mug. “Got all the toys I wanted.”
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