Seeing It Clearly
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“You’ve got to be joking,” she muttered, staring at the truth. There was no deformity and no swelling. There sat Ava, happy and content within J’Ann’s pink stretch pants like a baby kangaroo in a momma’s pouch.
“What’s going on?” Claudia typed. Her mind couldn’t place what she was looking at and what she thought she had seen earlier.
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