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EXCERPT I (page 3 of 3)
By the time I found my way back here, I was sick. Not just in my stomach, but in
my heart, too. I longed for Papa to take me in his arms, to be his little girl
again. And I wanted him to stand up straight and tall like he did in Berlin. But
he just hunched at the edge of his cot, which sagged to the floor. I didn't know
this man. My real father was gone.
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