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The school called. “Your daughter hasn’t been pick…

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minutes, rabbit backpack tucked beside her, trust still somehow intact after a day in which the last adult in the building had arrived and denied the name she’d been waiting for.

I stood over her for a long time.

Then I went to my desk, turned on the lamp, and opened my computer.

Whatever this was, I was going to tear it apart.

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