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It had been all of an hour—max—since Kodee had signed the form and taken little Beckett Chosen (formerly Kodee Mackenzie Chosen) to meet his mother. An hour. Now he was banging on Professor Schmoe’s door while rock-bouncing a hollering baby. What was wrong with him? He didn’t know, he’d figure it out soon, there were more important things.
“Professor? OI, Professor? You in there?”
BANG BANG BANG!
“I got an emergency with Beckett! Open up! Do you want him to die?” Surely the professor valued the safety of his child. Arguably, considering he gave him to him in the first place but...that wasn’t the point.
This was serious business.
“Hellooooo?”
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______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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