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“Promise?” she asked. “I promise,” I said. “You're strong, and so is your baby. You're both going to be fine.” Mira sniffled and pulled back, swiping at her face to clear it of any tears. Then the door opened, and everyone piled out. Unsurprisingly, Larkin had a bag of books that looked to be as full as she could make it. “I'm hungry,” Stella said as she stopped in front of us. “Anyone else?” We all nodded, and walked a little bit further down. There was a French takeout restaurant that we'd passed by on the way, wafting incredible smells out of their front door, and we stopped inside to grab some lunch. Once we'd all ordered, I looked outside. I wasn't quite ready to go back to the real world just yet, and it was a beautiful fall day. Cool, crisp, but not raining either. “Let's go to
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