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CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

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with crooked wings.

Laya stared at it.

Then she smiled.

“His name can be Sir Safe.”

Madison laughed.

They were awkward for ten minutes, then disappeared toward the swings with the easy resilience children sometimes have when adults stop feeding them reasons to hate.

Noah and I sat at a picnic table.

He looked better. Still tired, but steadier.

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