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Daughter’s Gifts, Part II
There is a card taped to my wall—a sheet of thick orange paper with its front hanging open, hinging away from its other half. In the center of the cover is a rectangle drawn in black marker. Just inside of it, a red marker rectangle presses up against its inner edges. The lines bleed into…
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