THE NIGHT FLOWERS
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I clutched the swaddled newborn in the crook of my arm. Only a few hours old, she was asleep, for which I was thankful. I knew when she woke, she would want to feed...
Pete needed seeds. Not the cheap, pre-packaged kind from the pet store. Those had shells and bits the birds would…
Peter says it's time to take another baby. I don't want to—there's the stealing itself, then the bottles, the nappies, the crying—but Peter won't come off it...
