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“That was Reilly! She's almost here!” Madison clutched her phone and bounced around with even more than the usual exuberance. The preteen girl was stinking up the room with her excitement. Usually, Sammy enjoyed seeing his adoptive sister so happy and often went out of his way to provoke that kind of joy. But this outburst of energy just made his bad mood worse. “Oh, joy,” Sammy growled. He rubbed Clara's back. “Come on, let's get outta here.” He peeled himself off the couch, but his girlfriend was more reluctant to budge. “Hang on. What's so bad about this girl?” “Samson had a crush on he