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... stop, stretching out her cold little hand to gently touch her lower abdomen. Little Mort Thorne, are you, like Mommy, almost unable to hold on anymore?
Until today, I had looked forward to every dawn, but from today onward, I feared every sunrise.
A world without Mort Thorne no longer has vibrant colors.
Slowly, Dianna Hollis curled her lips into a smile, then softly lifted her gaze.
In front of her, a bus whizzed by, and she spotted a tall, strong figure across t ...
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