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shower I have ever attended.”
Alexander laughed first.
Then I did.
By the time we reached Boston, my hands had stopped shaking.
Part 3: The Price of Telling the Truth
That night, after all five children had been fed, bathed, rocked, sung to, negotiated with, and finally defeated by sleep, Alexander and I sat on the kitchen floor.
Not because it was romantic.continue reading …
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