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one afternoon while folding tiny white onesies with more tenderness than I expected from anyone connected to him. “Even as a boy. Like he thought if he controlled every room, no one could hurt him in one.”
“Did it work?”
Evelyn looked at me softly.
“No.”
I thought about that for a long time.
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