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the sink dripped twice, the sound sharp and distinct in the quiet room.
“We talked about this, Mia,” I said. “Daddy cannot come back.”
“He has to finish,” Mia said, repeating her words as she stared at the floor. “He has to finish being gone.”
She squeezed the gray rabbit against her chest, her small chin digging into its matted head. I picked up the continue reading …
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