The Accidental Nanny

ce, I can confirm it's a state of mind. A

ss of wine on a walking Armani mannequin? Being screamed at afterward by a

ed brows were etched into my memory forever. She stood there, nose u

" she'd hissed at me, "You don't

our exorcist-level screaming sent

e, unpaid bills, and the lingering smell of wine on my soul. All th

ral. I had bigger th

g to wake up. It'd been six months. Six months of doctors shruggi

tic little "Did you burn water again?" joke

I grabbed my backpack and decided to go to my favorite place in the whole city, the orphana

that my life was currently a hot mess casserole. They just wanted

r, a glossy magazine at the orphanage's fro

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aire-y. The suit victim. The human st

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of the man whose thousand-dollar s