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... nder the pomegranate tree, watching Benjamin Leclair sit in Nathan Leclair’s lap, swinging his little legs and licking a candied hawthorn, his eyes narrowing slightly with a calm authority as he called out, "Benjamin Leclair."
Benjamin had just taken a bite of the candied hawthorn; she was reluctant to eat it and wanted to lick off the outer layer of sugar before biting into the sweet and sour hawthorn beneath. After hearing Ignatius’ call, she swiftly pushed the candied hawthorn with he ...
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