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an infant.
“Where are your parents?” he asked.
The girl looked down. She held the baby a little tighter.
“I can’t talk about that,” she whispered. “But I’ll work for it. I can sweep or clean or gather eggs. I don’t want to beg.”
Her voice was not demanding. It was frightened and careful, the voice of a child who had learned not to expect kindness from continue reading …
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