Misti Baldwin

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A little girl with a wild mop of shaggy blond hair and large, uncertain blue eyes looked up at her from under the hood of a shark onesie. She had a snub little nose and a round face, and carried herself hunched, like she was trying to minimize the space she took up. She hugged her midsection and swayed slightly—self-soothing—meeting Lily’s eyes hesitantly, frequently looking down in the general area of her shirt.
For Whom the Belle Tolls
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