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M.I.L.K. Continued

The end of Chapter 1 and the beginning of Chapter 2.

I didn’t hear much of anything Roberta went on about. She ranted about all the “hub-bub” surrounding Stacey Nino.

“Wish I could teach that Stacey Nino a thing or two about being a mother,” Roberta said.

The gas nozzle handle clicked indicating my tank was full and that pinched me back into reality. I said, “Okay, Roberta nice…

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