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Emma
“No,” I answer crestfallen, holding my belly. “I—I can’t hear him. I don’t hear anything.”
“We should call him Weeper,” he says, glaring at me with an annoyed expression, and I gasp, slapping his arm.
“No need to be mean. He is scared. Just like everybody else was.”
He scrunches up hi...
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