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“Rachel Mama’s hamburgers are the most delicious in the whole world!”
I reached across the table, wiping the ketchup from her cheek with a napkin. “Your stomach doesn’t hurt anymore?” I asked softly.
Emma shook her head with absolute, unwavering confidence. “No. Because Rachel Mama doesn’t put bad things in food. Rachel Mama is kind.”
That night, as continue reading …
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