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softly, and the tenderness in his voice nearly destroyed me, “I know. With the baby coming, we can’t wait much longer.”
The kitchen blurred.
I looked at the pot on the stove, the clean white cabinets, the vase of tulips on the windowsill, and I felt my life detach from me. It was like watching a house burn from across the street and realizing continue reading …
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