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The little girl seemed inclined to try and relax. Some form of security, but rejecting it all the while. The social worker listened carefully, as she explained concepts that shouldn't have registered too well with a toddler. Maybe that was the point? A woman in her late fifties wouldn't be able to produce a child this clever by some sort of miracle. Adopted then? That made for some problems. "That's okay, Viva. That's a lot to go on," he explained simply. "I've got some news though. Tomorrow, we'll bring you someplace safe, while we find your mother. Would you like to see officer Nichols a little more today?"
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