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eyes. They matched my own. And then I





                  see the woman who worked in the same





                  store later in life. Could it be? Anna was





                  around me all my life, and I didn't know





                  it.





                             Creed  wraps  an  arm  around  my





                  waist,  and  I  lean  back  against  him,





                  exhausted.






                             “Ready to go home?”




                             “I am.”
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