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I watched the champagne glass slip from my fingers and explode across the marble fitting…
I sat alone in my quiet apartment ten miles from St. Matthew’s Cathedral, phone in…
I cradled my newborn daughter Lily against my chest, her tiny heartbeat the only steady…
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