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Epilogue
2 years later
“Can you fucking hurry? We’ll be late!”
“We will not be late, Kiara,” Chris tried to appease her.
She came closer to look at the computer screen from above his shoulder, and knew he was getting a pretty accurate demonstration of having someone breathing
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