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arrives: they start negotiating with reality instead of denying it.
“How long?” I asked.
She closed her eyes. “I was going to tell you.”
“When? After I signed my name? After I brought him home? After I put him in the nursery I paid for?”
Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. A nurse appeared in the doorway and told me I needed to lower my voice or continue reading …
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