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Dream

 

“Will he be a boy?” she asked.
“Yes,” it said.
“Will he run and jump and play?” she asked.
“You’re asking the wrong questions,” it said. “He will be your dream come true because he will create your dream as he lives. Will you be his mother?”
“Yes, please,” she begged.

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