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“He walks around the table and gives his daughter a hug. All of her pain, all of her sorrows. All of the vile memories of Amir vanished. She cried and Mehdi’s chest now bore the tears of his daughter. “Be the river, azizam,” he said as he pulled back and kissed her on the forehead.”

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