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despair and doing everything we could not to show it. we gently held her as she trembled. we kissed her head through her curly hair, told her that we were here with her and that she could go, not to be afraid, we'd be there with her soon. lying to her, now, finally, so far past the point where truth
, unchanging. like rebecca is now, forever, and should not be. when i was one, i had just begun. when i was two, i was nearly new. when i was three i was hardly me. when i was four, i was not much more. when i was five, i was just alive. but now i am six, i'm as clever as clever, so i think i'll be six...
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