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... igh-pitched sound of a weeping child as she passed through the corridor. Some might find it irritating, but to her, it was like listening to a dramatic symphony as the tension reached its crescendo.
Immediately, she stopped and stared at the beautiful boy, who was clearly seeking some attention. His cute little hands waved in the air as if beckoning her, while his strong feet kicked alternately, adding to his dramatic flair.
"I swear, if you can take home every child I deliver in ...
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