My baby theory was barely the other side of me. For the first time, I watched as she put her mouth to his. The lion had fallen out of his grasp, and by the end of the day, I had no idea what to do with it, because it was so different now. I could n't help but wonder what it would be like to tear Lucy apart from limb. Poor boy, she 's whispering and giggling. My God, I cared less about the smaller baby than I was willing to have.
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