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October 14, 2010
"Okay, Robbie," the boy, curled up on the carpet in his too-small pajamas, said to his stuffed giraffe. "You have to be quiet now 'cause it's story time." Robbie gazed up at him, obediently silent, with shiny button eyes.

"Good," the boy said. But he hesitated, uncertain. He knew that usually your parents were supposed to read the story, mostly because of watching the TV but also something else. Some vague, cloudy memory of pajamas that fit and a warm bed and a mother's soft voice.

He held the book up and cleared his throat. "Once upon a time..."