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Maggie’s POV “Oh, Khloe you shouldn’t lift heavy weights, my dear,” I called and ran to take the turkey from her. “Oh, mum, I am just pregnant. I can lift a plate on my own,” “Yes, but not a twenty-pound one. We don’t want you giving birth to my nephew here today,” We both laughed and while I put the turkey in the middle of the long table of my dining room Khloe sat on one of the chairs. Emma came immediately after that. “Mum, can you help me with something?” “Yes, baby. Tell me what you need,” Ema seemed a bit embarrassed to say something and I turned my back pretending that I was not listening to their exchange. “I want to make a Thanksgiving card for Kyle,” “Ok. What do you need help with?” “Well, I don’t know what to write. We are really good friends. He always helps me and s
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