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Remy fell asleep in Shirin’s lap as Cyrus drove them home. She kissed the top of her son’s sweet head, felt a tremor of love run through her. My Remy, she thought. May you always be this bright ray of sunshine. She had Cyloo’s faded moonlight and Remy’s
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