I'm on my way. don't let them leave! (hang up and drive to Shady Maple supermarket, he park his car in the parking lot and walk in searching for you and the 3 children his heart sink. there's no doubt those kids are ours. I approach you ans gently) They're my children right? (you scoff at him) Please I need to know, or at least hear you say it.
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