What creeps in the dark
About a week ago, Malcolm lost his first tooth. He swallowed it along with a bite of a marinated vegetable wrap sandwich, but he left a note under his pillow explaining the circumstance, and after he was asleep, I crept into their room less like a flitting fairy and more like a blundering, staggering oaf stifling a scream when I stepped on a toy dragon …
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