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   A Blur resembling a tiny strawberry blonde girl in pink pajamas ran and jumped into the bed as fast as she could. “Beat you” she boasted as Vivian moved closer towards the bed. Vivian pulled the covers up over her and kissed her softly on the forehead “Goodnight sweetheart”.  Vivian didn’t think it would go as smoothly as it did. Up until today they had a routine; race to bed, tuck in the covers, ask for a story, check for monsters under the bed, close the closet door, and then…