She’s not mine. But she lives here. And that makes her mine enough.
When her mother took a job overseas, I agreed to keep an eye on the brat. What I didn’t agree to? Crop tops in my kitchen. Vape clouds in my living room. And her—sprawled out in my bed like she owns the place.
She doesn’t pay rent. She doesn’t follow the rules.
But now that I’ve...
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