Sorry this is late. A friend died this weekend. Please, thoughts and prayers for Justin's family and friends.
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Thurston heard shrieks of delight float by on the gentle breeze. He bowed his head in regret, his heart troubled by an old question.
–What if the doctors were wrong? What if I am the one unable to have children? What if I am the reason Lovey could never be a mother?–
Then Gilligan and Mary Ann came racing by, the young sailor pretending to catch her in his butterfly net.
Thurston met Lovey's eyes. "They are like our children," she murmured, smiling tenderly. "Perhaps not through blood, but through love and friendship."
He returned her smile. "Yes, they are."
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