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and a tiny spare outfit.
She buckled Lily carefully into her car seat and headed toward the hospital. At every stoplight, she leaned over to talk softly to her daughter.
“Stay with me, sweet girl,” she whispered. “Mommy is right here.”
Lily made small, weak sounds in response. They were not even real cries, just tiny breaths of fussiness.
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