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"In my mind, I’m still planning for parents weekend, Thanksgiving, sending his winter clothes. ... None of this will happen."
"I never considered that my own dwelling could be haunted. Then I became a mother."
"I became the envy of friends who saw photos of me partying with rock stars — but they didn't know the dark secrets behind them."
"She didn’t speak in soft platitudes. She didn’t even ask questions. She just said things. Specific things. Intimate things."
"The campus day care sent me a memo giving them legal permission to hit my son, which they instructed me to sign and return."
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