But first she cleaned. The toys, the dishes, the counters, the couch, the futon, the baby's room, the baby's crib, the baby, her desk...
On the desk hidden beneith old doctor bills still waiting to be paid was an inconspicuous yellow envelope. The card. The birthday card She had given her when they last saw eachother
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and I'm done packing. The kidlet is asleep, as a baby should be. In 3 hours I will be up again (that is, if I go to sleep at all) getting ready to board the airplane. My blood pressure was 153 over 115 today in Seward at the hospital. Damn stress. I never knew packing for an infant and me would be so stressful... is it that, or is it the fact
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