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He snorted a small laugh through suddenly clenched teeth.

That's a you job.

What good were bedtime stories? He had never heard one before. If he was to tell any story it would be a disaster, and he knew it. They'd never get any sleep if he told them anything. He wasn't an inventive creature, and any truths that would be imparted in those liminal moments would surely scar them for life. What kind of dad did that to a kid?