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foot. Those things are the devil, tiny

slices of hell.

I move aside her curtains and place

her back onto the bed. I push aside her

dark hair from her sweet little face and

smile at the childish innocence only a six-

year-old can have. Gracie started a half

day preparatory school this year. It was

hard to let her go initially, but I know

she needs to be around children her age.