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Sophie Ate a Little Lamb

They had wiped their plates clean. All that remained were some stray vegetables and small bones.

“Did you like the meat, girls?” Papa asked. They nodded their assent. In the seconds that followed, I looked up at my husband and attempted to use our finely tuned marital ESP to convey a warning to him. “Do not say anything more on the subject,” I said with my eyes.

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