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Cora and I get to my apartment to find it filled with all the older kids. Everyone is crammed in my small living room, watching the TV. Laylah smiles at me as we walk in.
“I’ll get the cake,” she says, jumping up and going to the kitchen.
I follow her, because it’s my house and she shouldn’t have to do that. I find her pulling a cake out of the refrigerator. “Go sit down!” she giggles. “It’s your birthday.”
I shake my head. “You can’t get everything on your own.” Honestly, I don’t know how she’s planning to carry the plates while her hands are filled with the cake.
Laylah rolls her eyes at me. “Liam!” she calls. “Come help me so Andrew will stop.”
He’s there in an instant, and I get shoved back into the living room. The front door opens, and Tyler steps in, a misch
