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"You don't care.  You're so unfair!" I slam the door, hit the stairs, hit the biting winter air, I've done so much for her.  What about me? I storm down the street it's starting to sleet.
The birth was a miracle The mother agrees it was the best day of her life Her lined face was glad to become a grandmother at last   The birth was a painful event
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