To Sing Frogs Chapter 2b
The woman knew I was referring to an endless list of failures by all of the states in the union so she didn’t even look up while ignoring my question. She pulled a stack of foster parent application documents out of a scuffed-up hard brown briefcase and plopped them down, shaking the table like a California tremor.
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