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do, baby. Is it okay? I know we don’t have a lot. Lorraine strokes her forehead, lies for the second time today. We have plenty, sweetheart. Don’t you worry. Mila closes her eyes, asleep in minutes. Lorraine walks to the kitchen, opens the fridge, stands there looking at the empty shelves, closes it softly, sits down at the table in the dark.
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