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“We have to take him in.”

Stan agreed, too bewildered to argue.

“Whoever left it here wanted us to have it,” she said. “We’ll raise it like our own, Stan. Besides -” she hesitated. “Besides, it’ll have a playmate, soon enough. Raising two won’t be much different from one.” Her determination dissipated as he stood there. Soon, instead of blazing like a victor in battle, her eyes pleaded. Despite his misgivings, Stan couldn’t bring himself to refuse her.

“Very well,” he agreed. If only until whoever left it here returns to claim it, he added silently. If Lorri noticed his reservation she ignored it, fussing instead over her new son.

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