The baby is so small, lying there on the changing table. If she fell she would surely break, maybe die. The woman repeats this: I cannot let you die, baby. I cannot let you die.
From a young age, Marion understood that seeing is believing. She showed off so that people would believe in her.
"What about these purple argyles? I bought them the day you died. I was sent out to find black socks for you to wear in the casket," I told him, frowning at a hole in one of the toes.
For all intents and purposes, let’s set the record clear that I wasn’t intentionally trying to break anyone’s heart.
He said, I can't imagine that. Living somewhere they don't speak my language. I said I couldn't either.
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