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... ng the pillow and the corners of the quilt.
Jasmine Yale’s small hand tightly clutched the quilt, while the other hand covered her face.
Tears seeped through her fingers.
At times like this, she could cry without restraint.
Sylvan Cheney was not home, and Butler Santana had not yet awakened; she could cry, could let all her emotions out through tears, and no one would mind.
The whole bedroom was left with only her sobbing.
"Mama, can you hear Jasy’ ...
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