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while I stood by the counter with coffee I couldn’t taste.
She looked normal.
Small.
Entirely real.
That was the problem.
There is no clean ethical version of what I did next. There is only the necessary one.
I took her to a pharmacy under the pretense of an adventure and bought a home DNA kit.
I also bought crayons and a coloring book because if I had to continue reading …
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