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five. Eight beautiful creatures I adored, but their own parents were willing to abandon them with me as if I were a twenty-four-hour childcare service with no life, no needs, no right to my own choices during the holidays.
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five. Eight beautiful creatures I adored, but their own parents were willing to abandon them with me as if I were a twenty-four-hour childcare service with no life, no needs, no right to my own choices during the holidays.
I looked around my bedroom. The walls were covered with family photos—birthdays, graduations, first communions, school plays. In continue reading …
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