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for my anger to fracture.
I pressed both hands against my stomach.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whispered.
But then I noticed my notebook resting on the rocking chair.
The one where I had written dates, comments, strange intrusions.
Tara came over unannounced Tuesday. Moved bottles to top cabinet.
Vivian said breastfeeding is “nonnegotiable” in their continue reading …
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