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keep this civil. I was standing in the nursery, one hand on the crib he had put together. Civil? For everyone’s sake. Did you call to ask about Marlo? A pause. How is she? The question arrived too late, and he seemed to know it. She’s a newborn, I said. She sleeps, eats, and has better manners than most adults I know. He sighed. This doesn’t have to continue reading …
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