Dossier Nineteen

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[Henrietta is cradling a small potted plant protectively against her chest, looking back and forth as though someone might appear to take it from her. Quietly, she tells it,]

I'll take you back later, after I talk to him, okay? I know there's no sun, but we'll find someplace nice. I promise.

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[sldkjfsld again with the hugging thing >>;]

All right, all right. See that you do.

And I'd better not see leaves all over the carpet.