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With the extra seventy-five pounds she had put after birthing her final son, Steven, her knees weren’t in good shape to be running up and down stairs all day. F. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. She was posing before the mirror, critically, miserably, defensively, and perhaps bewilderedly. She breathed deeply of the starch of his shirt.
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