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lowering her hands. “And you have no idea how much this means to me.” I looked down at the baby resting in his carrier. “What’s his name?” I asked softly. “Mateo.” She gazed at him with open love. “I keep telling him I’m going to do better. Every single night, I tell him that.” “You’re doing better right now,” I said. “You’re keeping him warm. You’re continue reading …
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