
Emmy: Mama?
Me: Yes, Emmy?
Emmy: Nigh, nigh.
Me: Night, night, baby. I love you. (All as my heart melts and puddles around my feet. I just leave
it in there on the floor and slip out. I don't want to ruin the mood collecting my heart mush off of the
floor. I'll get it in the morning when she wakes up.)
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