'Oh, darling, yes. You can speak?'

Days flew by.

'Surely somebody is looking for her?' asked Richard.

'Maybe they are. Don't you dare say a word, okay?'

'But we can't keep her. She is not ours.'

'We can say we adopted her.'

'She sure as hell is not our child; look at her skin, for Christ's sake. And you can't adopt children without paperwork. Fuck me.'

'No profanity in front of my baby.'

'And she is not a baby. How old is she?'

'She doesn't know. But I think three or four?'

'Why does she keep twitching? Have you not seen her tic?'

'She can't help it.'

'No, but why?'

'Well, I don't know, do I?&#...

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