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It's ten p.m., and I know exactly where my child is. Upstairs, in her bedroom. But she's not asleep. Last I checked in on her, she met me at the safety gate at the top of the stairs draped in her miniature surgeon's scrubs, her bug-hunting hat perched on her still-damp-from-the-bath…
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