“Yes, I’m sure.” Still grinning, he tossed the towel onto a nearby table before he plopped back down onto the floor and by the bed. Wilson reached up to take the bowl of fudge, smiled again when he saw the noticeable lack of fudge, and set the bowl aside for him to take back to the kitchen later. “Yeah?” He turned around to face Hazel. “Siblings? No, I was an only kid, but my parents had considered having another kid.” He stopped, his expression thoughtful. “I would have liked a younger sibling, though. It would’ve been nice, I think.”
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