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Chapter 90
Tara’s POV The next two months and one week seems to drag on forever. And I’m finding that pups this tiny are a lot of work, and not a lot of enjoyment. Although everyone assures me that will change as they get a little older and more interesting. And I recall during my brief visits with 5 months old William and Emma that by that age they could smile, laugh, and try to make “talking” like noises. So I guess it really does gets better soon. And in the meantime I’m glad to have the help of Hilda and Virginie. They got me a pump to express milk, so that they don’t always have to wake me up for every feeding. My conversations with Devon aren’t all that exciting these days. The only thing we really have to talk about are the pups, and how much we miss each other. Devon is definitely
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