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mother said. “She will get them. You will stand where we can see you.”
For a moment, Marcus looked offended.
Then he looked ashamed.
I went upstairs slowly. The nursery door stood open. Inside, pale yellow curtains framed the window. The crib was only half assembled. On the dresser sat a tiny pair of socks shaped like strawberries.
I stood there long enough continue reading …
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