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... handrails of her balcony, fingers slippery with the tactile wetness of the morning rain. The view isn’... Or so she hopes. She bolts awake one night with a child’s nursery rhyme in her head. One, two, buckle my shoe. Three, four,... idea why she’s so scared of a child’s tune. Seven, eight, lay them straight. ..., Ms. Kathy Goodwill, a request for a child-like imprint by one of the Dollhouse’s ...
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