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January 2014, vol 9, no 4

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Ruth Holzer


Or it may have been that I never had a sweet-sixteen pink pearl necklace in the first place, to pawn for either your sake or mine. Maybe you were worried about me, and in a final gesture of kindness or guilt when you left, maybe you gave me your emergency funds and your heavy gold signet ring. And with this, I might have scraped together enough to pay for getting rid of our child.

orphans of the heart Byron was here too