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baby, and now he’s gone abroad, and I don’t know how to carry this alone.’
Elise refused to tell me about the baby’s father, and I didn’t press.”
There was a photograph tucked inside the cover.
Billy. My uncle Billy. The man I’d grown up calling uncle, the man who’d bought me a card and $20 for every birthday until he moved back to the city when I was continue reading …
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