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stuffed dinosaur, his face peaceful and innocent. I kissed his soft cheek, breathing in the sweet scent of him—baby shampoo and the faint smell of the apple juice he’d had before bed.
“Mommy has to run an errand,” I whispered, though he couldn’t hear me. “Auntie Maria is coming over to watch you for a few hours.”
I texted Maria, my neighbor and trusted continue reading …
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