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Then she looked down at the stroller.
I followed her gaze.
The blanket had shifted just enough to reveal a small brass key attached to a blue thread. Etched into the metal were two letters and a number.
M.M. — 17
My breath caught.
The initials were mine.
The number belonged to a storage unit I had not visited in nearly twenty years.
A place I had forgotten existed.
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