Prologue

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"What's your name?" The toddler muttered, reaching out her delicate hand to touch the boys hair.

It was a chocolate brown, some flung in his eyes, sunlight hitting his face lighting it up. "It's Clayton.." the young boy looks up seeing her cheeky smile that seemed as if it made the atmosphere brighter.

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