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41. Sammy
“Sarah?” uttered Gray Stewart as she saw Sarah Lewis hugging little girl El.
Sarah turned to her. “Gray? You were the one who found her?”
Gray stood up from having squatted down by the corner. “Y-yeah.”
Sarah put both hands over her chest. “Oh, thank God you found her.” Then she squatted down to level with El’s height. “Elreese.” She put both hands on her shoulders. “I told you not to get out of the staff break room, right? But you disobeyed me. Why?” she said in a stern but calm tone.
Elreese started to quietly sob. “S-sammy.” She sniffed, big drops of tears falling from her eyes.
“It’s alright, El. Sammy’s not angry.” Sarah gently rubbed her frail shoulders. “Just tell Sammy why you went out.”
I personally find Elreese very cute. Especially the way she calls their names. By the way, why do you think she calls Sarah as "Sammy"?
Leema
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