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"Lost and Found" by pochipeach
It was crying. Mia blinked. It was still there. Its tiny voice rattled in the Central buzz, its mouth stretched wide, tears bubbling from its eyes. It was a baby Aisha, wrapped in a blanket, sitting in a basket that was placed on an empty bench. Mia looked to her left and right. No one else seemed to notice the baby...

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