In the evening, Phoebe rolled back to her lonely crib, the ce all dark and gloomy. One flick of the switch, and bam, the house lit up like a Christmas tree. She dragged her tired self inside, only to spot Theodore sprawled out on the couch.


    The sudden brightness made Theodore squint hard. He threw an arm over his eyes, looking like he was in no mood to wake up.


    Phoebe tiptoed over to him, dropped her bag on the coffee table, and stared down at him. He was rocking a ck sweater with his shirt cor peeking out. Under the light, Theodore looked all kinds of handsome and ssy.


    "Meow." Ollie strutted over and rubbed against Phoebe''s leg.@@novelbin@@


    Phoebe scooped up Ollie and whispered, "Shh, be good. Let him catch some more Z''s. We''ll hang in the kitchen."


    Phoebe was dead tired after a long day, just wanting to crash and burn.


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