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... hands clasped together in silent prayer. The only sound was the soft clink of cutlery against plates and the occasional murmured word.
"Can I take that?" the ghost pointed at Kant’s cookie. "You don’t like sweets, right?"
Kant glanced at Gabriel from the corner of his eye. Before he could nod, the little girl sitting next to him let out a whine of disgust.
One of her tiny fists was holding onto her mother while the other was gripping the cup of juice.
"Mama, I do ...
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