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BITING MY NAILS AND LITERALLY DESTROYING BISCUITS WHEN DIPPING 'EM IN MILK,
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" When she woke up crying from one of her nightmares, [he] would stay with her, brush her hair with his hands, collect her tears in thimbles for her to drink the next morning (The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it, he said)… "
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