Daughters of Lace
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There were times when Mary grew so tired after the weeks and months following her move to #83 Plumptre Square that she forgot to wipe Harriet’s private parts or clean the stale milk from Frank’s wailing face. When her children ogled her with wilting eyes or spat at each other or whimpered in the morning because they were…
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