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"We'll have to practice tonight," he suggests.
"I'm looking forward to it Mr. Maloney.
We return our attention to the children playing in the sandbox and I day dream of babies with curly black hair, hazel-colored eyes, and skin a mix of their mother and father’s. I never imagined that the single event that caused me the most pain in my life would lead to my greatest joy.
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