EIGHT YEARS

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Two Children Walked Into My Wedding And The Eight-Year-Old Called Me Daddy. My Bride Took Hold Of Her Arm Before I Could Ask Why — And The Necklace Under That Child's Collar Was One Of Only Four My Grandfather Ever Made

Out Of The Mouths Of Children 10 parts

Adrian Cole was standing beneath eleven thousand white roses when the doors at the back of the hall came open, and a girl of about eight walked in holding a baby against her chest. Her dress was creased. Her shoes were caked. Her

A work of fiction. The characters and events are invented; any resemblance to real people is coincidental.

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