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He heard someone call from the dark, every times when he was alone.


"No, my boy, here was only you and me."Mum. Mummy. She told him with a soft voice and an embrace, her golden hair obstructed his view as a dream, he could feel nothing except for her. "Don't be afraid, my boy, if I am here then no one can harm you, and I will always beside you. So don't be afraid, my boy..." she said, just like singing.

He nodded with a yawn. "...yes, mummy, yes."

"Good boy, that's Mummy's boy." she kissed his brow good night.


"Have a brilliant dream, my ducky."



maybe the boy is Chris of TPR(Temperature, Pulse And Respiration)
they have the same breath

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