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Resting a hand on her stomach, she felt a rush of heat fill her body. Though the child within didn't show yet, she would be born in a new world, a world where she had both a mother and a father and a ready-made unconventional family to cherish her, give her strength, love, protection and tell her oh-so-many marvelous stories. She would one day know pain- one could not live and grow without it- but, not abuse. She would never be abandoned, except to the sunshiny blessedness of wonderment. In her world, curiosity would be her breakfast, imagination her dinner and the dreamy silkiness of chocolate and words her supper.
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