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one baby doesn’t count. His smile thinned considerably at that last part. I can babysit my own kids, he said. I looked at him over Talia’s head, her soft dark hair tickling my chin. You don’t babysit children you made, I told him. You parent them.
Then I opened our family group chat, the one with my sister Renee, Carl’s mother Deborah, and a scattering continue reading …
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