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Milo and Silas share a room now, at my insistence, twin beds pushed close enough together that I regularly find them both asleep in the same one most mornings anyway, exactly the way I imagine they might have grown up together all along, if eight years hadn't been stolen from both of them by two adults who decided, quietly and without anyone's permission, that the truth was simply too inconvenient to bother telling.
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