The baby is no longer a baby. She tells us stories. She broke her arm last month while playing in the garden. She was running on the wooden bench and missed her footing, falling awkwardly on her hands. She's more fearless than Small. She got a plaster cast and then a bright red cast the same colour as the one I wore on my leg. It's gone now and she
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