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[He manages a weak smile. Holy shit. Holy shit. He has no idea how to begin to explain this to a tiny version of Lydia. The likelihood of her believing the truth is slim to none. Awesome. Merry freaking Christmas. The problem is he has no idea what else to tell her. He rubs a hand over the back of his neck and forces himself to take a deep breath.]

Well, that's...kind of complicated. See...when you're older, you're one of my best friends.

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