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The Small Girl
February 18, 2019
I’m lying on the sofa in my bungalow, reading the same issue of Discover magazine for the twenty-ninth time. They don’t have much in the way of printed matter in this country, I’m thinking to myself, when I hear a knock at the door. I already know who it is, even before I get off the couch and fling open the door to find the Small Girl standing my my doorstep.
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