“Yes Pol, that’s really her”
Pol looked back up at the smaller of the two young girls playing hopscotch on the playground. “She can’t be more that 6”. Pol shook his head.
“Actually, she’s only 5, but it doesn’t seem to matter. Ever future I can see shows her waking tomorrow no matter what we do here.”
“So now we’ve got a kid to take care of?”
“No,
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