3:00 p.m.

Lani pov:

They finally left. Fucking leeches. Watching intently Sajan yawns. Causing me to yawn as quietly as possible. Hmm.. I guess I have enough empathy. I continue following him in the crowded park. Tuning out the rest of the noise. I hear only him and myself as we take an afternoon stroll through the park.

Coming out of my daze, my mind wanders to Caige and something else i may be forgetting...
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FUCK, THE GROCERIES!

Flashback

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9:30 a.m.

Objective pov:

"have you seen my keys?" Lani searches around and under the couch. On the console table lay her keys.

"Stop losing them." Her mom plainly states while staring emotionless at said console table.

Lani looks at her mom, annoyance bubbling to the surface. She follows her lign of sight and laughs dryly. She walks towards her keys and hangs the lanyard around her neck.

"Why?"

"Why aren't you apart of mensa?"
Mrs. Kemb retorts. (The b is silent)

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The identical pair break into laughter. Lani loved her mom's sense of humor. That's where she got her wit from.

"Ask your husband, he never studied well. I wonder why?" Lani pretends to...