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” His voice was hopeful.
A laugh tried to escape me and came out as something closer to a sob. I pressed my cheek against his hair. “Yes, buddy. We can get nuggets.”
The paramedic, a kind-faced woman in her forties, gave me a reassuring nod. “He’s completely fine, Mrs. Carroway. We’ve checked him thoroughly. But keep an eye on him for the next twenty-four continue reading …
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