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Jacob: Truths
Jacob I stirred awake a little girl with curls so tight spirals led down her chubby face, her green eyes wide and alert. I was so damn tired after we arrived. Scarlet greeted me and showed me to the spare room. I agreed to talk to her when I woke up, but here I was in a haze and a cute little girl was staring at me. She could be no older than four or five at the most. I looked at her and her gaze was questioning, but then again, so was mine. Who was she and whose child was she? Her features looked distinct and almost familiar like I was so long at a ghost, a guy that was put behind me a long time ago, Recce. “Arianna, where are you sweetie?” That voice sounded so familiar. I was still in a haze. The little girl stood still, staring at me, not answering whoever had called her. The clatte
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