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... my cheek. While flailing around earlier, Katie had scratched my face with her long fingernails.
“. . . Ha.”
This time, I couldn’t resist the urge to let out an empty laugh.
You’re crying that much just because of a small scratch?
You have much worse wounds, but you continue to cry for me?
I know you’re kind, but it’s almost like your heart was made from jelly.
Witnessing this child’s overblown reaction, anyone could mistake her sincerit ...
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