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THERE’S NO WAY THEY COULD’VE KNOWN

Updated: Jul 10

10, 9 and 7 years ago. Swaddled and warm in their loving mother’s arms, just hours after their respective births. Brand new in this great big world. Awash in soft, far-away dreams as their dad cradled and paced and crooned stories of the great adventures they’d have someday. There’s no way they could’ve known what life had in store.


But now. Now they know. Poor kids never stood a chance.


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