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Because every chair had laundry on it.
He handed me a glass of wine.
“Actual wine,” he said. “Because you are not pregnant.”
I lifted the glass. “A miracle of its own.”
The kitchen was a disaster. Bottles by the sink. Blocks under the table. A dinosaur sticker on the cabinet. A burp cloth hanging from a drawer handle.
It was perfect.
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