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Do you think it’s helped at all? I mean . . . with the not knowing?”
Leo considers the question, staring down at my half-eaten plate.
“In some ways, kind of? I mean, who even knows if my parents came from anywhere near where her family is, but . . . it’s nice to learn about anyway.”
There’s a beat, then, that I know isn’t the end of the thought, but the thought taking a new shape. I watch it in his face the same way I always have, wishing I could take it for granted. Wishing I knew if there woul
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Quincy ducked through a small alleyway between buildings and worked her confident way through the backstreets. The route was abundantly full of refuse bins, forgotten crates, and various laundry, hanging from back windows. Several cats, the local monarchy that Qunicy had long been acquainted with, were granting them passage while sitting atop the maze of half-broken fences. Quincy saluted a black female—the reigning queen—and passed through a slender passage between two buildings, leading them o
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