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L: “Hi, Dayo.” D: “Hey, Lee.” L: “I heard your baby sister came last night...what is it? Why do you look like that?” D: “That’s the first time I heard that out loud...’baby sister’. Huh...”
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D: *hesitantly* “Can I tell you something, Lee? Something bad?” L: “Um...okay.” D: “Before, I didn’t want the baby to come. I hated her and,” *voice hitches* “I thought mean things about Roseline.” L: *thoughtful* “Hmmm...well, I think I understand.” D: “Maybe it’s my fault-” L: “That’s impossible, Dayo! Don’t you know anything about science? It’s not your fault, and to be honest, I’m a bit jealous of you. I wish I had a sister...or a brother.” D: “I’ll be your brother, Lee. We don’t have to share blood to be a family.”
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D: “Hey, who’s that?” L: “Oh, that’s Volya Cooper. He and his dad moved here a few days ago.”














