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“Only for a minute. I'll be right back." He plopped the baby in her lap and hopped to his feet. Wren held her at arm's length and frowned. She did not appreciate that, because she immediately began wailing. "Here," Wren said, thrusting her in my direction. "Take the mutant baby.”

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