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... of chaos.
Nero was sixteen months old now, which meant he had progressed from dangerous optimism into something far worse: conviction.
He walked properly now. Ran, if one were being honest and unkind. He had opinions about food, sleep, doors, buttons, and the moral failure of any adult who denied him immediate access to objects he had no business touching. His vocabulary had expanded just enough to make refusal feel personal. His temper had expanded more.
This afternoon, ...
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