"Why are you Baby Bop, not Barney?" Jazz asked, hugging her closer to his arms.
"Because I am small, Barney will look for food for Baby Bop. I don't have the money to buy things for Baby Bop," she pouted and said justifiably.
Jazz broke into a smile and liked Charlotte even more. "Tell me, what else would you like to eat. I will buy it for you."
Licking her lips, she pointed to the cotton candy on the side.
Jazz walked over and bought the largest one without saying a word. Charlotte smiled with her eyes turning into crescent moons. She held the cotton candy in her hands, but she did not eat it. Instead, she delivered it t o Jazz's mouth. "You may have it first, Uncle Handsome," she said, her voice tender.
Jazz was not a big fan of sweet things, but when he saw Charlotte's face, he felt like he was ready to take a few glasses of syrups.
Charlotte then offered her cotton candy to Summer." You may eat it, too, Mommy.”
"Thank you, but you can have it all for yourself." Summer laughed. At first, she was here to accompany
Jazz. But now Jazz ended up giving them company instead.
Charlotte liked Jazz. She called him Uncle Handsome and refused to get down from his arms. Neither would Jazz.
He did not look like he would let go of Charlotte soon. And Summer could absolutely do nothing about them.
Summer took a few steps forward when her eyes inadvertently saw a man with whom she could not have been more familiar with. She glanced at Charlotte, her blood rushing up to her head.
Santabaca was not a small city by any measure, but why did she bump into him repeatedly in just two days? Why was she down on her luck these days?
Why the more she was afraid of something, the more frequent that something would happen?
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