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He netted her under the banner of her infertility. She divorced beautifully and ran off with the fetus in her belly. Three years later. He stared at her side of the child red-eyed, bent on taking possession. He stared at the suitors around her to dye their square miles sour, baby, you just return to me, you are my ancestors. This face hit, he hurt and did not dare to grunt.