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She pointed at Bianca, at the pregnancy, at the three boys, at the idea that need itself was justification for whatever methods were used to address it. “You have no idea what it is like to need help.”
I looked at Ava on the stairs with her sleeves pulled down over her hands.
“I know exactly what it is like to need help,” I said. “That is why I don’t continue reading …
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