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Buck crossed into personal space as if he knew how she felt and placed a gentle hand over the bundle getting used to breathing outside of a womb. It wiggled under him, lifted somehow and turned a birthed face of fresh up at him. Slant of eyes peeked out like dark diamonds not sure what they were looking at. Tommy focused for a second, and the mouth tried a smile.
Michael Stang
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