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Dennis’s eyes, his smile, his laugh. I’d thought it was just family resemblance. I’d thought it was genetics doing what genetics do.
I had been right about the genetics. I had just been wrong about which family they came from.
“The genetic markers don’t lie, Mr. Chandler,” Clyde said quietly. “I’m sorry. I know this makes it personal in a way the other continue reading …
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