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arms.

Finally, her fever broke and she

was able to come home. Unshaven and

unkempt, I carried her from our car and

tucked her gently into her bed. She

still didn’t want to do much and just lay

there, quietly holding “bankie” close. I

would come home from work each day

and open the cupboard, hoping to see a

Tinkertoy in my cereal bowl, but it

wasn’t there - none in my bed, none in

my shoes, none in my computer.

Then, one day, coming in from

work tired and hungry, I did pull out a

plate and, to my great joy, I found a

dirty, chipped, unsanitary Tinkertoy. I

turned around and my little blond

gremlin poked her head around the

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