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mouthed thank you to that nurse.
She winked.
Some people understand without being told.
My mother called Lily my little angel.
She said it the way some people say my house or my car.
Ownership wrapped in affection.
Within six months, Diane had bought Lily an entire wardrobe.
Pink dresses with lace collars. Patent leather shoes. Outfits I would never have continue reading …
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