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owed him money. Noah slept. Grace hiccupped.
Chloe laughed and cried at once.
“They’re real.”
I smiled. “Very.”
“I know that sounds stupid.”
“It doesn’t.”
She sat beside me on a bench while Alexander walked the stroller nearby, giving us privacy without leaving me unsupported.
“I’m sorry,” Chloe said.
“For what?”
“For believing her. For pitying you. For letting continue reading …
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