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little buds.”
“My girl is good at growing things,” Nala said, brushing a trace of soil from Zariah’s cheek.
They sat together for a moment in the late afternoon light.
“Princess,” Nala said softly. “Can I ask you something?”
“What, Mommy?”
“The video. Why did you record it?”
Zariah considered this seriously, the way she considered most things.
“Because I continue reading …
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