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The Knock Came Before I Could Dial 911

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them.

By spring, she asked for pancakes.

By summer, she ate the muffin the same day I bought it.

In October, she drew another house.

This one had a purple door, a crooked sun, and two people standing out front. One tall. One small. The small one had hair sticking up like wet grass.

I looked at the paper for a long time.

“No bars?” I asked.

Clara kept coloring.continue reading …

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