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with dirt, and none of them cared.
They were laughing.
That clear, bright laughter echoed through the garden.
Dominic walked closer.
“What are we planting?”
Four faces lifted toward him.
Four shining smiles.
“Sunflowers, Daddy!” Mia shouted, holding up muddy hands like trophies.
“Aunt Elena said Mommy liked sunflowers,” Lucia added. “So we’re planting them continue reading …
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