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... rainwater trickled down the umbrella, the autumn wind blew, bringing a chill, and lifting Jasmine Yale’s hair.
She held her waist, touched her belly, waiting for Little Chale.
Raindrops fell to the ground, splashing into tiny water droplets, time was serene.
"Jasy! Jasy! Jasy!" The little guy had sharp eyes, spotting Jasmine Yale from afar, he dashed over, followed by an elderly man.
"Little Chale!" Jasmine Yale called out, "Slow down."
Chale Cheney didn’t ...
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