I Went to Pick Up My Wife and Newborn Twins from the Hospital — I Found Only the Babies and a Note

When I arrived at the hospital to bring home my wife and newborn twins, I was met with heartbreak: Suzie was gone, leaving only a cryptic note. As I juggled caring for the babies and unraveling the truth, I discovered the dark secrets that tore my family apart.

As I drove to the hospital, the balloons bobbed beside me in the passenger seat. My smile was unstoppable. Today, I was bringing home my girls!

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A man driving a car | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t wait to see Suzie’s face light up when she saw the nursery, the dinner I’d cooked, the photos I’d framed for the mantle. She deserved joy after nine long months of back pain, morning sickness, and an endless carousel of my overbearing mother’s opinions.

It was the culmination of every dream I’d had for us.

I waved to the nurses at the station as I hurried to Suzie’s room. But when I pushed through the door, I froze in surprise.

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A man holding balloons | Source: Midjourney

My daughters were sleeping in their bassinets, but Suzie was gone. I thought she might have stepped out for fresh air, but then I saw the note. I tore it open, my hands trembling.

“Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.”

The world blurred as I reread it. And reread it. The words didn’t shift, didn’t morph into something less terrible. A coldness prickled along my skin, freezing me in place.

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A man reading a note | Source: Midjourney

What the hell did she mean? Why would she… no. This couldn’t be happening. Suzie was happy. She’d been happy. Hadn’t she?

A nurse carrying a clipboard entered the room. “Good morning, sir, here’s the discharge —”

“Where’s my wife?” I interrupted.

The nurse hesitated, biting her lip. “She checked out this morning. She said you knew.”

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A nurse holding a clipboard | Source: Pexels

“She — where did she go?” I stammered to the nurse, waving the note. “Did she say anything else? Was she upset?”

The nurse frowned. “She seemed fine. Just… quiet. Are you saying you didn’t know?”

I shook my head. “She said nothing… just left me this note.”

I left the hospital in a daze, cradling my daughters, the note crumpled in my fist.

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A worried man leaving a hospital | Source: Midjourney

Suzie was gone. My wife, my partner, the woman I’d thought I knew, had vanished without a word of warning. All I had were two tiny girls, my shattered plans, and that ominous message.

When I pulled into the driveway, my mom, Mandy, was waiting on the porch, beaming and holding a casserole dish. The scent of cheesy potatoes wafted toward me, but it did nothing to soothe the storm brewing inside.

“Oh, let me see my grandbabies!” she exclaimed, setting the dish aside and rushing toward me. “They’re beautiful, Ben, absolutely beautiful.”

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An excited woman | Source: Midjourney

I stepped back, holding the car seat protectively. “Not yet, Mom.”

Her face faltered, confusion knitting her brow. “What’s wrong?”

I shoved the note in her direction. “This is what’s wrong! What did you do to Suzie?”

Her smile vanished, and she took the note with shaking fingers. Her pale blue eyes scanned the words, and for a moment, she looked like she might faint.

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A woman reading a note | Source: Midjourney

“Ben, I don’t know what this is about,” Mom replied. “She’s… she’s always been emotional. Maybe she —”

“Don’t lie to me!” The words erupted, my voice echoing off the porch walls. “You’ve never liked her. You’ve always found ways to undermine her, criticize her —”

“I’ve only ever tried to help!” Her voice broke, tears spilling over her cheeks.

I turned away, my gut churning. I couldn’t trust her words anymore. Whatever had happened between them had driven Suzie to leave. And now I was left to pick up the pieces.

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A man carrying twin babies into a house | Source: Midjourney

That night, after settling Callie and Jessica in their cribs, I sat at the kitchen table with the note in one hand and a whiskey in the other. My mother’s protests rang in my ears, but I couldn’t let them drown out the question looping in my mind: What did you do, Mom?

I thought back to our family gatherings, and the small barbs my mother would throw Suzie’s way. Suzie had laughed them off, but I could see now, too late, how they must have cut her.

I started digging, both literally and metaphorically.

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A man searching through a closet | Source: Midjourney

My sorrow and longing for my missing wife deepened as I looked through her things. I found her jewelry box in the closet and set it aside, then noticed a slip of paper peeking out beneath the lid.

When I opened it, I found a letter to Suzie in my mother’s handwriting. My heart pounded as I read:

“Suzie, you’ll never be good enough for my son. You’ve trapped him with this pregnancy, but don’t think for a second you can fool me. If you care about them, you’ll leave before you ruin their lives.”

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A man reading a letter | Source: Midjourney

My hand shook as I dropped the letter. This was it. This was why she’d left. My mother had been tearing her down behind my back. I replayed every interaction, every moment I’d dismissed as harmless. How blind had I been?

It was almost midnight, but I didn’t care. I went to the guest room and banged on the door until Mom opened it.

“How could you?” I waved the letter in her face. “All this time, I thought you were just being overbearing, but no, you’ve been bullying Suzie for years, haven’t you?”

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An angry man holding a letter | Source: Midjourney

Her face paled as she scanned the letter. “Ben, listen to me —”

“No!” I cut her off. “You listen to me. Suzie left because of you. Because you made her feel worthless. And now she’s gone, and I’m here trying to raise two babies on my own.”

“I only wanted to protect you,” she whispered. “She wasn’t good enough —”

“She’s the mother of my children! You don’t get to decide who’s good enough for me or them. You’re done here, Mom. Pack your things. Get out.”

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A man pointing | Source: Midjourney

Her tears fell freely now. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” I said, cold as steel.

She opened her mouth to argue, but stopped. The look in my eyes must have told her I wasn’t bluffing. She left an hour later, her car disappearing down the street.

The next weeks were hell.

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A man with his head in his hands | Source: Midjourney

Between sleepless nights, dirty diapers, and endless crying (sometimes the babies, sometimes me) I barely had time to think.

But every quiet moment brought Suzie back to my mind. I contacted her friends and family, hoping for any hint of where she might be. None of them had heard from her. But one, her college friend Sara, hesitated before speaking.

“She talked about feeling… trapped,” Sara admitted over the phone. “Not by you, Ben, but by everything. The pregnancy, your mom. She told me once that Mandy said the twins would be better off without her.”

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A man speaking on his phone | Source: Midjourney

The knife twisted deeper. “Why didn’t she tell me my mom was saying these things to her?”

“She was scared, Ben. She thought Mandy might turn you against her. I told her to talk to you, but…” Sara’s voice cracked. “I’m sorry. I should’ve pushed harder.”

“Do you think she’s okay?”

“I hope so,” Sara said quietly. “Suzie’s stronger than she thinks. But Ben… keep looking for her.”

Weeks turned into months.

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A man rocking a baby | Source: Midjourney

One afternoon, while Callie and Jessica napped, my phone buzzed. It was a text from an unlisted number.

When I opened it, my breath caught. It was a photo of Suzie, holding the twins at the hospital, her face pale but serene. Beneath it was a message:

“I wish I was the type of mother they deserve. I hope you forgive me.”

I called the number immediately, but it didn’t go through.

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A man making a phone call | Source: Midjourney

I texted back, but my messages didn’t go through either. It was like shouting into a void. But the photo reignited my determination. Suzie was out there. She was alive and at least a part of her still longed for us, even though she was clearly still in a bad place. I’d never give up on her.

A year passed with no leads or clues to Suzie’s whereabouts. The twins’ first birthday was bittersweet. I’d poured everything into raising them, but the ache for Suzie never left.

That evening, as the girls played in the living room, there was a knock at the door.

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A home entrance interior | Source: Pexels

I thought I was dreaming at first. Suzie stood there, clutching a small gift bag, her eyes brimming with tears. She looked healthier, her cheeks were fuller, and her posture was more confident. But the sadness was still there, hovering behind her smile.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

I didn’t think. I pulled her into my arms, holding her as tightly as I dared. She sobbed into my shoulder, and for the first time in a year, I felt whole.

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A man hugging a woman | Source: Midjourney

Over the following weeks, Suzie told me how the postpartum depression, my mom’s cruel words, and her feelings of inadequacy had overwhelmed her.

She’d left to protect the twins and to escape the spiral of self-loathing and despair. Therapy had helped her rebuild, one painstaking step at a time.

“I didn’t want to leave,” she said one night, sitting on the nursery floor as the girls slept. “But I didn’t know how to stay.”

A woman sitting on a nursery floor | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting on a nursery floor | Source: Midjourney

I took her hand. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

And we did. It wasn’t easy — healing never is. But love, resilience, and the shared joy of watching Callie and Jessica grow were enough to rebuild what we’d almost lost.

Here’s another story: Thirteen years ago, I adopted my late husband’s secret twin daughters after his fatal car crash revealed his double life. I gave them everything, but at sixteen, they locked me out of my home. One week later, I discovered the shocking reason for their actions. 

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

Little Girl from Across the Street Waved at Me Every Day and Night — What I Saw When I Went to Inspect Her House Left Me Breathless

For weeks, a little girl from across the street waved at me day and night. I couldn’t shake the haunting look in her eyes. When I finally went to see who she was, nothing could’ve prepared me for the heartbreaking truth waiting behind that door.

Every evening, I would watch this little girl from my window. She was always there, a small, petite figure no older than five standing by the window, her tiny hand waving at me. Her eyes, fixed on mine, held an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Who was she? What did she want from me?

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A little girl waving her hand from a window | Source: Midjourney

I turned to my wife, Sandy, who was curled up on the couch with a book. “Babe, she’s there again. The girl I told you about.”

Sandy looked up, her brow furrowed. “The one who’s always waving at you?”

I nodded, feeling a pang of sorrow. “Yeah. There’s something… I don’t know. Something in her eyes. It’s like she’s trying to tell me something.”

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A woman reading a book | Source: Midjourney

Sandy set her book aside and joined me at the window. “Oh, Arnie,” she said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Maybe she’s just a lonely kid. Have you tried waving back?”

I shook my head, my eyes still fixed on the little figure across the street. “No, I can’t explain it, Sandy. It feels like more than that. Like she’s calling out to me.”

Sandy’s grip on my shoulder tightened. “Honey, you’re scaring me a little. It’s just a kid waving. Don’t read too much into it, okay?”

I tore my gaze away from the window and forced a smile. “You’re right. I’m probably just overthinking things.”

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A man looking somewhere | Source: Midjourney

As I pulled the curtains shut, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was turning my back on something important.

That night, sleep eluded me, my dreams haunted by the image of the little girl crying out for help.

“Don’t leave me,” she sobbed in my dreams. “Please, don’t go.”

I woke up in a cold sweat, Sandy’s concerned face hovering over me.

“Arnie? Are you okay? You were talking in your sleep.”

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Grayscale shot of a man sleeping | Source: Pexels

I sat up, my heart racing. “I… I don’t know. That girl. She was in my dreams. She was crying.”

Sandy’s eyes widened with worry. “Maybe we should talk to someone about this. A therapist, maybe?”

I shook my head. “No, I think I need to do something. I can’t keep ignoring this.”

At the break of dawn, I woke up exhausted. My head was pounding from last night’s nightmares. The aroma of freshly made pancakes wafted up from the kitchen, but even the promise of my favorite breakfast did little to lift my spirits.

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A distressed man holding his head | Source: Pexels

I trudged downstairs, where Sandy greeted me with a steaming cup of tea and a plate of golden pancakes.

“Rough night?”

I nodded, taking a sip of the hot tea. “Yeah, couldn’t shake off those dreams.”

As I finished my breakfast, I was drawn to the window again. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the little girl standing there. She waved at me the moment our eyes met.

Her tiny outstretched hand seemed to pull me towards her like a moth drawn to a flame.

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A sad little girl waving her hand | Source: Midjourney

I set down my cup with a clatter. “That’s it. I’m going to talk to her parents. I can’t take this anymore.”

Sandy’s eyes widened. “Arnie, are you sure about this?”

I nodded, my eyes fixed on the building across the street. “I have to know, Sandy. I can’t explain it, but… I feel like she needs me. She’s getting creepy. She waved at me the same way last night. What does she want? I don’t get it.”

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Window view of a building across the street | Source: Pexels

Sandy came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Just be careful, okay? And call me if anything feels off.”

I turned and kissed her forehead. “I will. I promise.”

The walk across the street felt like the longest journey of my life. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached the building, my palms sweaty as I pressed the buzzer for the apartment I’d seen the girl in so many times.

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Close-up of a man pressing a buzzer near a door | Source: Pexels

There was a long pause, and then a woman’s voice crackled through the intercom. “Yes? Who is it?”

“Hi, I’m Arnold from across the street. I wanted to talk to you about your daughter.”

Another pause, longer this time. Then, the door buzzed open.

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A woman holding the door handle | Source: Pexels

A woman stood in the doorway. My heart stopped the moment I saw her.

“JULIETTE?” I whispered, hardly believing my eyes.

She nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. “Hello, Arnie. It’s been a long time.”

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Portrait of a woman near a door | Source: Midjourney

Before I could respond, a small figure appeared behind Juliette. The little girl. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and hopeful.

“DADDY?!” she chirped.

I felt like I was on a boat in a storm. I gripped the doorframe to steady myself.

“What did she say?”

Juliette stepped aside, ushering me in. “Come inside, Arnie. We have a lot to talk about.”

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A cheerful little girl looking up and smiling | Source: Midjourney

I sank onto the worn couch, my head spinning. Juliette sat across from me, her eyes brimming with tears.

“Arnie, do you remember that weekend at the lake house? Six years ago?”

I nodded, memories flooding back. “Our last weekend together before—”

“Before we broke up,” she finished. “What I didn’t know then was… I was already pregnant.”

My head snapped up. “What? But how? Why didn’t you tell me?”

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A shocked man | Source: Midjourney

Juliette’s tears spilled over. “I tried, Arnie. God, I tried. But you’d moved out of town and changed your number. It was like you’d vanished.”

“I had a right to know,” I choked out, my eyes stinging.

“I know. I was young and scared. By the time I worked up the courage to really look for you, years had passed. I thought it was too late.”

The little girl, whom Juliette called Heidi, sat silently in a corner, her eyes never leaving my face.

My daughter. The word echoed in my mind, foreign, terrifying, and wonderful all at once.

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A woman crying | Source: Pexels

“When did you move here?” I turned to Juliette.

“A few months ago. I got a job transfer. When I saw you through the window that first day…” she trailed off, her eyes distant. “I told Heidi you were her father. I thought maybe it was fate giving us another chance. But then, I saw you with someone—”

“She’s my wife, Sandy.”

A long silence. Then I stood up abruptly, my mind reeling. “I need to go. I need to think.”

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A distressed man sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

Heidi’s face crumpled. “Daddy? Are you leaving?”

The word struck me like a dagger to my heart. I knelt down in front of her, my heart breaking at the fear in her eyes.

“I’ll be back, sweetheart. I promise. I just need some time, okay?”

She nodded solemnly, and I felt a surge of love so strong it nearly knocked me off my feet.

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A cheerful little girl | Source: Midjourney

As I left the apartment, Juliette called after me. “Arnie? I’m sorry. For everything.”

I couldn’t bring myself to respond.

The walk home was a blur. I found Sandy waiting anxiously by the door.

“Arnie? What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

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A heartbroken man walking on the road | Source: Pixabay

I collapsed into her arms, the tears finally breaking free. Between sobs, I told her everything. About Juliette, about Heidi, and about the daughter I never knew I had.

Sandy listened in stunned silence, her arms tight around me. When I finished, she pulled back, her eyes searching mine.

“What are you going to do?” she asked softly.

I shook my head, lost. “I don’t know. I have a daughter, Sandy. A little girl who’s been waving at me and trying to reach me. How do I just walk away from that?”

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A woman looking at a man | Source: Midjourney

“I’m just as shocked as you are, Arnie. But we need to be careful. You can’t just take everything Juliette says at face value.”

“What do you mean?”

“We should get a DNA test first. Just to be sure,” Sandy said, squeezing my shoulders.

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A woman talking to a man | Source: Midjourney

The next day, I stood at Juliette’s door again. When she opened it, I blurted out, “Juliette, I think we need a DNA test.”

Her face instantly hardened. “What? You think I’m lying? You just found out you have a child, and you’re already doubting me? You’re unbelievable, Arnie.”

“I just want to be certain before I commit to anything,” I tried to explain, but she slammed the door in my face.

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An angry woman | Source: Pexels

Dejected, I returned home and shared what happened with my mother. She listened quietly, then asked for Juliette’s address.

I wasn’t sure what my mom said to her, but the next day, Juliette called.

“Hey, Juliette here. I got your number from your mother. I’ve thought about it and understand. We can do the DNA test.”

I sighed with relief. “Thank you, Juliette. I appreciate it.”

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

When I told Sandy, she wasn’t thrilled. “I love you, Arnie. God help me, I do. And I’ll stand by you through this. But I’m scared. I just hope this doesn’t change anything between us,” she sobbed as I pulled her closer, my eyes brimming with tears.

The next few weeks were an emotional rollercoaster, each day bringing a new wave of anxiety, hope, and fear.

When the DNA test results finally arrived, my hands trembled as I opened the envelope. The words blurred before my eyes, but one phrase stood out in stark clarity: “99.99% probability of paternity.”

My heart raced. Heidi was my daughter.

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A document on a table | Source: Midjourney

But a small part of me, the part still reeling from this life-altering revelation, whispered doubts.

What if there was a mistake?

I couldn’t bear the thought of embracing this new reality only to have it ripped away.

So I took another test and endured another agonizing wait. The second results came back, also positive. Tears streamed down my face as I called out to Sandy.

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An emotional man | Source: Pixabay

“It’s true,” I sobbed on her shoulders. “She’s really mine. My daughter.”

Dead silence, then, “Oh, Arnie, I’m here for you. For both of you.”

Sandy and I visited Juliette’s apartment, where Heidi greeted me with a cry of “Daddy!” and threw herself into my arms.

As I held her, I looked at Sandy, afraid of what I might see in her eyes. But she was smiling through her tears, her hand reaching out to smooth Heidi’s hair.

“She’s beautiful,” Sandy whispered.

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A happy little girl holding a teddy bear | Source: Midjourney

Juliette watched us, joy and sadness brimming in her eyes. “I never meant to complicate your lives,” she said. “I just wanted Heidi to know her father.”

I nodded, understanding flooding through me. “I’m glad you did. I’m glad I know her now.”

As we left that day, Heidi clung to my leg. “You’ll come back, right Daddy?”

I knelt down, looking into those eyes that were so like mine. “Of course, I will, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

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A little girl looking up with a warm smile | Source: Midjourney

On the walk home, Sandy laced her fingers through mine. “So, we’re parents now, huh?”

I squeezed her hand. “Looks like it. Are you okay with this?”

She was quiet for a moment, then nodded. “We’ve been trying to have kids for two years now, but it hasn’t happened. It’s not how I imagined it happening. But yes, I think I am okay.”

As we reached our front door, I pulled Sandy into a hug. “I love you. Thank you for being so amazing through all of this.”

“I love you too. And Arnie? I think you’re going to be a wonderful father.”

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Silhouette of a couple holding hands and walking | Source: Unsplash

That night, as I stood by our window, I saw Heidi waving from across the street. But this time, instead of fear or confusion, I felt only love. I waved back, my heart full to bursting.

Maybe this wasn’t how I’d planned to become a father. Maybe it wasn’t the path I would have chosen. But as I stood there, waving at my daughter, I knew with absolute certainty that it was the path I was meant to be on all along.

A man waving his hand | Source: Midjourney

A man waving his hand | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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