"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic...

How awful it was, thought Tessa, remembering Fats the toddler, the way tiny ghosts of your living children haunted your heart; they could never know, and would hate it if they did, how their growing was a constant bereavement.
How awful it was, thought Tessa, remembering Fats the toddler, the way tiny ghosts of your living ch...
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