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I do not ask what she means. Now I feel it, too. The building, slow thrumming in my chest that is spreading warmth throughout my body. I…dare not hope. I drop to my knees and press my head to her teats, listening. Hoping. “Oh,” she breathes, just as her chest begins to resonate. “Oh. I think…I think the ground isn’t shaking. I think it’s me.” “And me,” I tell her, utter joy racing through me. I hold her tightly, burying my face against her as I listen to her khui begin its song. It is singing to me. And I am singing back. “Oh my god,” Mah-dee says, her voice faint. “Is this what I think it
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