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Slam! went my heart against my breastbone. My mouth opened. Nothing came out. “More than just a couple. Four, maybe.” My voice was a whisper. “You want four kids?” He nodded. “With . . . me?” He looked around the room, then back at me. “You see anyone else here?” The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, which made the blue of his irises all the more brilliant. He stared at me, waiting, utterly serious. I had a fleeting image of four beautiful dark-haired children running around a park, screaming in glee, as Nico and I watched on, holding hands and smiling. My heart alternated between wild throbbing and stalling out altogether. I felt a little dizzy. “I’m tellin’ you this because I’m not gonna waste any more time on anything that isn’t real. Always wanted a family. Not gettin’ any you
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