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“What?”
Amanda stopped pointing and squeezed her hand into a fist, her jaw clenched. He figured it was his imagination, but he imagined he could hear her teeth grinding together as she rasped, “All the babies. Who used to sleep in them. It’s disrespectful, Shane, disrespectful to them.”
She gasped.
Shut her eyes.
Grappled with her purse, digging through it frantically, and withdrew a pink inhaler. She stuck it into her mouth and triggered it, drawing in deep, wheezing breaths.
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