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disappear again.
“Gray,” he said now, examining two strollers with the seriousness of a business negotiation. “Black shows dirt less.”
I folded my arms over my growing stomach.
“We’re buying a stroller. Not planning a military operation.”
Damen looked unimpressed.
“Children are messy.”
“You’ve never even held a baby before.”
“That’s not true.”
I raised an continue reading …
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