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Together, they looked at the photograph.
Four tiny girls.
One beginning.
Many roads.
Carmen wiped her eyes and said, “I’m the one with the dramatic fist. Obviously.”
Sophie leaned closer. “No, that’s me.”
Ava pointed. “This one is watching everything. That’s me.”
Elena smiled through tears. “Then I’m the blurry one?”
Rafael shook his head.
“No,” he said.continue reading …
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