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... e driver and Chris, one on her left and one on her right.

Mrs.

Smith was weeping uncontrollably, asking over and over,

“Why did it turn out like this?”

But nobody understood the reasons better than she did, deep in her heart.

She realized that she was the executioner responsible for all of this.

“C-can we, if we can restore Maureen’s birthday, will that work?”

Mrs.

Smith, tears streaming down her face, asked Chris.

Hearing t ...

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