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... r held the milky tones of infancy, but rather rang clear and touching, like a songbird, breathtakingly beautiful.
"Your daughter?"
Before Maya Sanders could speak, the man’s voice, low and tense, broke the silence, yet his gaze did not land on the little girl’s face but remained fixed on the woman’s face.
"Yes!"
Maya nodded her head, then glanced at the little girl held in her palm and said, "Tanya, this is Uncle Stones, Mommy’s friend. Say hello to Uncle Stones!" ...
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