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I blinked, then blinked again. “Oh my God. Are those… ostriches?”

Damien’s chuckle was low, amused. “You sound surprised.”

“I am surprised!” I whispered fiercely. “Who—who keeps ostriches?”

“My father did. For almost forty years.” His gaze swept over the farm with something that looked like qu...

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