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it belonged, as if the world had taught her that things could vanish out of sealed places without warning.
One evening I found her sitting on the floor beside her bed, crying quietly into her fox.
“What happened, sweetheart?” I asked, kneeling down next to her.
She wiped her face fast. “Nothing.”
“Ellie.”
She looked up at me, and her question came out in continue reading …
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