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Chapter 35
ALBERT TOOK TOO long to process what was set front him. He thought of a peculiar case of his friend Benjamin Button-ing himself with the short time they haven’t seen each other first before a more logical answer.
“Sweetie, who’s that?” a woman—in her early 40’s, at least—carrying another child came into the rectangular door frame.
“A lady, and another kid?”
The lady brushed off Albert’s narration of the people he saw and asked him, “Hello, what d
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