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he wasn’t in the picture. Most nights, I worked the late shift at the university library.
The girls, Lily and Mae, stayed wrapped against my chest in a worn sling I’d picked up secondhand.
I lived off instant noodles and campus coffee.
It wasn’t a plan, just survival.
I was juggling classes.
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That fateful night, the rain came down hard in Seattle as continue reading …
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