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“Wh–what do you mean?” Ian stuttered as his hands began to quiver. “Not mine? You must be crazy.” “The only crazy one here is you. Now stay away from me and my child!” She pushed him to the floor. “You can’t leave me like this, Indy.” He grabbed her hand, quickly rising to his feet. “There’s no way this isn’t our child. We planned this baby together. Something is definitely wrong with you. You’re running crazy. Where’s my sweetheart? Where’s the angel I know?” “She’s dead.” She yanked her hand from his grip and started walking in my direction. I quickly hid behind a wall before she could see me, then took to my heels, heading to my car. “Where did you go? I was starting to get really worried,” Mike said, as soon as I got to the car. “Let’s return.” I was panting from running.
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