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drawn a pot, a salt shaker, and a little green dinosaur in the corner. —”Liam insisted,” Maya said. —”It was necessary,” Liam said, very seriously. Then Richard put on some music. A swing song. The song crackled a bit from an old speaker, but it filled the apartment in a way that no pot of soup ever had. Claire held her hand out to me. —”My dad used continue reading …
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