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genetics

04/28/2026 14:58h
My mother has a gap between her two front teeth. So does Daddy Gunnar. Each child in this family has the same space connecting us. Our baby brother, Roman, was born pale as dust. His soft brown curls and eyelashes stop people on the street. Whose angel child is this? they want to know. When I say,My brother, the people wear doubt thick as a cape until we smile and the cape falls.