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I’m called in for one last bedtime request. Evelyn needs her llama-patterned blanket pulled up higher and asks, “Remember when you told me a lady sewed this for me?” “Yes, it was Judy, and she used to call you ‘my lil peanut,’” I reply.“My lil’ Peanut! I want to meet her again.”“Me too,” I say,Continue reading “In the Corner of my Mind”