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her toy.
“Will the bunny fit in the small box, Mommy?” she asked, her voice high and thin.
“The bunny stays with you in the car,” I said, keeping my voice level. “We only pack the things that do not mind being in the dark.”
I taped another box, the brown adhesive strip sticking to my thumb before I could tear it. The lease on our apartment had exactly continue reading …
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