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"Jocelyn, don't put that gum in Lydia's hair!" "Joyce, don't play with that, it's broken." "Adam, we don't share band aids. It could make Everland sick." The kneeling large woman barked directions at the room's occupants while cleaning a child's hands with a disinfection wipe.
"Okay Kendrick, now promise me, no more playing in the toilet."
"Yes, Mrs. Dole," the kid said, wiping his hands on his buzz lightyear shirt.
"Good, now scoot," the older woman said while patting the boy lightly on the rear. She watched as he scampered off. With a grunt and a pull off a back muscle, she lifte