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Anna glanced into her sister’s face, and rose to her feet. A mosquito had been trapped inside and was perfectly preserved for thousands of years. Yes!" she screamed, "these are his father's features! It is—it is my son!" "Mother!" cried Thames; "are you, indeed, my mother?" "I am, indeed—my own sweet boy!" she sobbed, pressing him tenderly to her breast. “It’s very good,” she said. ‘Parbleu, do you think he will run away? He has a bullet inside him, and it must be taken out. I can’t just go up to Josh and ask him out, even though I fantasize about doing just that all the time. Sheppard. But we've got to cook up some kind of a story to protect her.
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