I set the bags down and glance at her, taking a deep breath.
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I hesitate before chasing her up there, beating her to the room and taking the baby in my arms. For all I know, she almost was killed while I was gone. I can change a diaper... maybe.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights