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              but I said, I can’t talk now, Varya, I’m in a


              rush to get Baby to the doctor. I felt bad


              hanging  up  on  her,  but  did  I  have  any


              choice?  That’s  when  I  noticed  that  Zef


              had left the front door open on his way in,


              and  I  said,  “Where’s  Baby?”  We  went


              outside,  walked  up  and  down  our  short


              block.  He  called,  “Baby!  Baby!”  I  fell  on


              my  knees  and  howled  like  a  wounded


              animal.                 Neighbors                     started               coming


              outside,                 asking               each              other             what


              happened  because  they  didn’t  dare  ask


              us. Then the police came, made a written


              report,  searched  the  streets,  returned


              empty-handed.





              I came here, because they say that talking


              helps. So I paid you to listen to me, and


              now  I’m  done,  and  you  can  go  back  to


              thinking about what to get for dinner.
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