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building with a bag of white baby clothes and a silver rosary. I went down but didn’t invite her up. She said she had made mistakes. “No,” I said. “You committed acts of cruelty.” She gripped the bag. “That’s my grandchild.” “Yes. And that’s why it should terrify you that I remember everything you did to your grandchild’s mother.” I handed the bag continue reading …
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