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titled babies Grandma talked about.
My throat closed.
“Who are these people?”
“Church families.”
I turned pages faster. Henley. Porter. Wilkes. Danner. Cole. Beside each name was a date, a doctor, a note about a baby.
Some words were childlike.
Baby cried.
Mom was sad.
Grandma said mercy.
Red door.
Truck came noon.
I felt the ground shift beneath me.
“Quincy, continue reading …
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