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Adam POV: Rebecka doesn't move. She just sits there, staring at the screen. Her eyes focus on one person for a second before it goes to the next. The tears in her eyes balance on the brim and threatens to fall on her cheeks. She breathes hard through her nose and I take her hands in mine when I smell the faint, metallic scent of her blood. "Oscar?" Rebeckas mother says with a broken voice. Oscar stands up and walks around the table. He stops behind Rebecka and lean down to look over her shoulder at the screen. "Yes mom?" He asks. I look at them. With them being so close to eachother I see the resemblance between them. I'm surprised I didn't see it before. Oscars brown hair is a bit lighter than Rebeckas but their eyes, the shape of their nose and the arch on their upper lip a
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