You’ll get used to it, honey.
No, we can change that.
Anything you want.
There’s no reason to be sad.
It’s just that you have two rooms, now.
Well, we can’t get that right now, sweetheart.
We can’t go back to Mommy’s house.
Not right now.
Don’t cry, baby. This is your room, too!
I promise you’ll get used to it.
Please stop crying.
Stop crying.
Honey?
Okay, okay.
I’ll call Mommy.
Just please stop crying.
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