Sasha Jarrett

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A mother passes me, and I offer a friendly smile to the toddler seated in the front of the cart. The little girl thrashes her floaties-covered arms about, filling the aisle with uninhibited giggles. The world hasn’t hurt her yet, and I want to beg her mother to shield her from what’s to come.
The Two of Us
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