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scattered across the living room floor. Sticky fingers reached for hugs without hesitation.

Alex arrived on Saturdays to pick her up. He looked smaller now somehow. Older. The sharpness dulled by consequence. They spoke politely, briefly, exchanging necessary information about nap schedules and favorite snacks.

Once, as he lingered by the door, Alex continue reading …