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"Mom, take me home, I miss dad." she said piteously, tugging at my hem.
I looked down, and she looked up just in time to see her innocent, innocent face. Her eyes were as big as a doll's, her mouth was small, and her face was chubby and angelic. But which angel would break with his mother and call another woman "Mama" in the blink of an eye?
Instinctively, I took a step back