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Johanna Klique

  • A lost reflection

    How George was after the loss of Fred.

  • unhinged

    I gently slide my hand to sign my name on the paper that will confirm my daughter is their property, I hold back a sob when I make the last loop signaling the end of my signature. I look at what I have done with shame, but I know that it is what is best. At least that's what my husband said.