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of milk for Grace and set it down next to her spoon.
She took a sip, leaving a white line above her lip, and picked up her stuffed rabbit.
“Where did Daddy go?” Grace asked, her thumb hovering near her lip.
“He went to stay in town for a while, sweetie,” I said, setting two small bowls on the table.
“We are going to pack our things tomorrow.”
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