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Chapter 160 : The Morning After 2
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2026-04-26 13:36:00BÉATRICE
She approaches. She takes me in her arms. Her belly against mine, our children separated by so little flesh, so little tissue.
"Thank you for being here," she murmurs into my neck. "It does me so much good to have you."
I hold her tight
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