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It's been barely a month since the last time I saw my friends, but it feels like years.

Anne Mary Wilhelm is the first to arrive. It's amazing how she doesn't care to be early, contrary to Shannon Lynn, who is always five minutes late as per custom.

«I've brought my children with me,» she states as soon as she gets in the tea room.

Children? How long has she been married?

«This one is mine mine,» she mutters while turning to a two-year-old boy with round cheeks and blonde hair.

Behind him, there is an older child with the same hair but darker eyes than the first. He looks five, maybe six years old. He's wearing bright-coloured clothes, and his hair is tied in a low tail on his neck.

Even though he's older than the first, he's simply adorable. I don't know if I've ever seen a prettier child.

Other than mine, to be sincere.

«Yours yours?» I inquire, curious. «And the other one?»