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Marie cocked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and stepped out of them.
Beside her bed, on a rainy afternoon, she lay down and spread her legs, her
right knee propped on a Kermit the Frog doll. Other dolls spilled to the floor
and the white, puffy curtains breathed in and out with the damp wind. When I
stood to go to the bathroom afterward the dolls stared up at me. Later, she
made tea and loaded it with cream and sugar. She sat on the backyard lawn
furniture, though it was April and chilly, and watched leaves collect in the corner
by the patio door.
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