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stuffed rabbit still sat beside the pillow.
Her blanket still smelled faintly like strawberry shampoo.
I sat on the floor and slowly unpacked everything.
Tiny socks.
Star-print leggings.
Then the pink sweater she wore the day we rushed to the hospital.
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As I folded it, something slipped from the sleeve.
A folded note.
And taped underneath it, a continue reading …
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