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personified. I couldn't believe I wasn't
there for her in her first weeks, and so I
swore that I'd be there for her every
single day from that moment on, and as if
she understood me, she giggled and
reached out for me.
“She’s perfect.” Tears blurred my
vision when I looked at Cohen. He kissed
us both on the forehead. “You both are.”

