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Saturday, May 13, 2017. Daily Brit Wit. 



A washcloth. 

“Your lips tug upward as the squirmy infant holds your attention. Not that she didn’t have your undivided attention to begin with; she’s been your focus since you brought her home twenty-six days ago. You murmur out a greeting and smile. The forgotten flannel in your palm slips into the lukewarm water, startling you into surprised chuckles and the infant in shocked dismay. You soothe her quickly, hand on her belly, telling her what you’re doing as you fish out the lost flannel and lather unscented soap on her.” 


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