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moved closer and lowered his voice. “Margaret, think about your grandchild. Do you want Lily born into a war?”
During my daughter’s baby shower, I walked in to find her on her hands and knees scrubbing spilled wine off the rug.
I leaned toward him.
“She already was.”
Then I raised the microphone.
During my daughter’s baby shower, I walked into the ballroom and found her on her hands and knees scrubbing spilled wine from the rug while her mother-in-law sat comfortably continue reading …
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