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moved houses three years ago. I know that Sybil gets genuinely mean when she’s hungry, not bad-mean, just overwhelmed-mean, and the solution is a snack, not a conversation. I know how each of them sleeps. I know what each of them is afraid of. I know what makes each of them laugh.” I stopped. I breathed. “Aunt Denise does not know those things. With continue reading …
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