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it were a rope over a cliff. When I heard her cry, the world shrank. They placed her on my chest — warm, wet, furious, alive. “Hi, Claire,” I whispered. “No one is ever going to use you to prove anything.”
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it were a rope over a cliff. When I heard her cry, the world shrank. They placed her on my chest — warm, wet, furious, alive. “Hi, Claire,” I whispered. “No one is ever going to use you to prove anything.”
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