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Then his eyes started to get heavy and I knew it was about the time Ingram put him to bed.

Twenty minutes and another two books later, I was trying my hardest to tiptoe out of his room so I wouldn’t wake him.

I sat on the couch and decided to watch some TV until Ingram got home.

But not long after I sat down, I heard Chry’s clunky footsteps coming across the hardwood floor.

“No sweep,” he said and he was so cute standing there in his pjs and holding his blanket.

“Come on, buddy.” I held my arms open to him.

I didn’t think it was long after that when I passed out with a sleeping kid on my chest.

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