she was a petite little thing, seven going on seventy with skin the color of milk with a dab of strawberry jam stirred in it. her hair was baby fine, like silk thread the color of roasted almonds. she and her surrogate foster mom stopped by my parents' house the day after thanksgiving. that was the first time i had ever seen a white child within
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