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[those_to_come]

The child is six.
He is at home with his mother.
His mother sits in the bathroom, her eyes are red and swollen from crying.
Mama.
Stares.
Mama.
Sits, stares.
MAMA.
Her voice is dry from coughing and screaming into her knees, curled up in the bathtub, despondent.
She sounds far and away.
Baby, please. You have to stop calling Mama's name.
The apartment is

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[_halloweenie]

this is really good.

for the record, you make my heart go pitter-patter.