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Lo’s cheekbones sharpen like blades, and he’s the first to say it. “Your unborn child. Is that a new way of referring to metaphorical demonic offspring in your future or are you⁠—” “I’m pregnant,” Rose states. Lo lets out a large breath. “Damn.”
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