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Mira groaned and put her finger at the point where her eye met the edge of its socket, gently pressing in hope of relief.
She felt a migraine coming on.
Zoey looked over and frowned.
"Oh, baby" she muttered sympathetically. Rumi was already getting up to fetch the woman's meds. Mira couldn't help the weak smile that came to her face.
At least I have my girls.