sually made me happy, but tod

Richard' s parents, and the air was th

was there, practically

y of about five, w

can pie, my grand

table, I asked Brittany, "Any nut a

a bright,

all, Amy. He

set i

barely looked at me, his

ly picking at her food. She knew about her own

essert

huge slice o

er, he was coughi

red, then a scar

screaming, "Leo!

d up, "What

ing finger at my pie.

ao

e call

on me, his fac

s! You knew he cou

y said he was fine wit

wheezing horribly, sobbed, "How c

a perfect faint right into Richar

working on Leo, gi

ny on the sofa, the

is parents, their f

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allergies," I whispe

y arm, his finger

my. And you' re goi

dessert table, pick

his pie so m

d, no, p

his voice echoing in th

piece towa

y, tears sti

hair, yankin

id, ea

to my mouth, the nut

, some of it drib

s watched

ly gasped, "Ric

I stumbled back, humi

, looking at me with pure hatred. "Brittany is

conscious but still struggling to breathe.

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