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A nightmare that should never have been written She leaned through the ropes as children always do, slipped though the space that seemed too small to give. Watched her helpless, slamming off the rocks, sliding down as her skidding form slumped, watched the life leave her as she slide down the final rock. She plunged into the water, and then my daughter was dead. When my wife caught up to me, I told her what had happened. We can get another one, she said. But you donít understand, she is dead. We will never see our precious one again. I shook in horror. I would have to tell my third grade teacher, the one who said that I was useless, that she was right.
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