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when he drinks coffee. I pressed it in clay first. The hardware man made me one because I said it was for a science project.”
I looked at this child, this small, terrified, brilliant child, and guilt hit me so hard I could barely breathe.
He had been alone with this for three years.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
His face tightened. “Don’t be sorry. Be ready.continue reading …
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