My Baby

Milo halted abruptly and turned to her. “Honey,” she said wearily, “I am a fourteen year old who has crashed on an island. I can’t leave, no one knows I’m here, my parents probably think I’m dead, the mayor wouldn’t mind if I were dead, and I have just been forced to marry a guy I can’t stand the sight of. I ain’t clinging to a whole lot.”

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