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In the early evening, Gedoni Raskin stood inside her living room with his daughter plastered to his body, his broad shoulder cushioning her head, her small arms wrapped around him.

"Why are you sick, Pumpkin? Don't be sick, you know Papa doesn't like that." He said, tenderly.

"I know, Papa. You get sad when we get sick." Merrily mumbled against his shoulder, her eyes ...