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wine, bread. Vincent waited until the plates were cleared. He cleared his throat.
He looked at Rosalia. She nodded. He said, “We’ve been living next door to you for almost 5 years.
Rosalia and I would like to make it official. May we adopt you?” I stared. “Adult adoption?
It’s not about a parent label.” Vincent said, “It’s about the law remembering us.continue reading …
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