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Listen to me. We need to hand him over and stay out of it.”
“He was left in our yard. We’re already in it.”
His jaw tightened. “Then don’t get attached.”
I stared at him, stunned. “He’s a baby. Attachment is the least he deserves.”
The baby started crying harder.
“Get a towel,” I said, rocking the carrier gently. “And warm water for the bottle.”
Mark didn’t continue reading …
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