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Schuyler's monster doesn't have a proper birthday. Perhaps it could be said to share Schuyler's. Even that doesn't feel quite right, because it was there from very early on, probably the second trimester or so, a shadow unseen inside her tiny developing mind. She wasn't yet a baby, but her monster was already a monster, only waiting to be brought into this world with the sole purpose in life to bedevil the life of my daughter.
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There may be no comments for so many of your posts, but I follow you and comment to myself. Silence, in hushed tones, speaks great volume. Thank you for your candor and frankness with your feelings and experiences.
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