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"Rag and bone shop." I keep hearing that turn of phrase as I change my daughter. She was born early and under weight. Her mother was worried. I was horrified. My sister wasted away for years. Gradually. I cannot unload the skeletons it seems.
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Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 3:17 PM UTC
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"Rag and bone shop." I keep hearing that turn of phrase as I change my daughter. She was born early and under weight. Her mother was worried. I was horrified. My sister wasted away for years. Gradually. I cannot unload the skeletons it seems.
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Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 3:17 PM UTC
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