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"you be wantin' me to t'row miette's t'ings into de water to prove i am not having favorites, tousaint?" mireille asked, flicking her crimson ears toward him with a long look. her mouth twitched. "why don't we do dis: you t'row her stuff into de ocean, an' i willnae intervene, hm?"
favorites! why did he think this? she wondered if her compromise would be equal enough to satisfy her son, or if she would need to seek a new method of appeal.
thus far had mireille been a rather hands-off parent, preferring her children to settle such themselves. perhaps she needed a new way of being.