Is This Where We Are?

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  1. Stroking the soft, sweet skin of my newborn babe, the one who refused to vacate the shelter of my womb until forcibly evicted weeks after birth was due, I cannot imagine a needle repeatedly piercing and marring his perfect, perfect body. Then again, I can’t imagine him growing taller than me, or having a job, or texting me, and I suppose all that will come to pass as well. I would now refuse him Ferdinand for fear that it is some sort of corrupting influence, but I did so love Ferdinand when I was a little girl. And if he doesn’t get Ferdinand to read, he might come home with a tattoo of Mike Mulligan’s steam shovel instead.


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