Annie

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A strong sense of dread washes over me, and my throat begins to clog as I force my eyes up to hers. “Baby...” A softness sweeps over her features, and she gives a small, sad, side smile. No... I don’t have to ask, she tells me.
Annie
He's Trying to take hwr kid. Damn.
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