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tried to be gentle at first.
Then he suggested she had frightened Brooklyn.
Emma’s eyes filled, but her voice stayed clear.
“I told her not to ride my bike.”
He asked whether she had run toward Brooklyn.
“Yes. Because she was taking my bike.”
“Were you angry?”
“Yes.”
“Could your aunt have thought Brooklyn was in danger?”
Emma looked confused then, genuinely.continue reading …
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