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did not argue. On the second Saturday after the letter, Aubrey facetimed me. She had used Trevor’s phone.
Vanessa, I learned later, had told her that Aunt Feebs did not love them anymore. Aubrey had not believed it. Aubrey is five.
Aubrey is smarter than everyone in the room she is currently in. Her face filled the screen. The Mr. Bramble Bear was beside continue reading …
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