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Chapter 13
Five and Half Years Later: London
Schuyler at just twenty-two, was already climbing steadily up the political ladder. As soon as he had taken the job, holding small position in the government, he had bought a house in London that was located fairly close to Olliver's house. He wanted to be able to meet Olliver whenever needed. He had kept his house open to Abigail and Olliver, asking them to visit whenever they wanted. He had given them a key, just in case.
Olliver was now nearing his twelfth birthday and he was already finishing his 9th grade. The boy was enthusiastically gaining more and more knowledge about all things in the world, gobbling up big books on science and all things in the universe. He had developed a special fascination with chemicals and their reactions with each other. Much to Schuyler’s delight and also fear, Olliver had taken over the small garage at Schuyler’s home to conduct his experiments. Although, this was very ad
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