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Charlee. Over the next frantic hour, as my longtime housekeeper, Mrs. Mabel, rushed the children into the cavernous warmth of the foyer, the fractured pieces of Charlee’s reality bled into my own. She had been scavenging for half-eaten sandwiches behind the massive industrial dumpsters of my estate. For two weeks, she had been sleeping in an abandoned continue reading …
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