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210. GRANDPA KAI'S HOUSE

Lilly plopped down beside Kirill, a marker already in her tiny hand and a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Kirill,” she said sweetly, “can I draw on your hand?”

Kirill didn’t even glance at her. “No.”

“But Daddy lets me paint his hand,” she pressed, batting her lashes.

That got his attention.

Kirill ...