Logan smiled a little. "There were a lot o' little girls growin' up at the Institute I teach at an' Sylvie's parents work. My boy was one of the few near their age. When a horde o' little girls want to play house, no boy is safe. So he said they all had to get married. He was seven or eight. They're all grown up now, but he loves them all like they were little sisters."
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