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When did Swaine last have a lie-in?
Since he began traveling with two children and a flipping fairy, he hasn’t been able to. Not when the three of them insist on getting up at the crack of flipping dawn.
Every single morning, whether they stay at an inn or camp out in the wilderness, the kids and Drippy wake far too early, and when they chatter and rush around getting ready for the day, they disturb him too.
How the hell do they have so much energy?
He’s not even thirty, but this lot makes him feel so flipping old.