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lls_mutantLike the little sheep I am, The Great Write Meme. I almost didn't bother, because I'm aware of a lot of the flaws in my writing. (I tend to get expository, I can meander, I can tend towards the melodramatic, and I definitely have typos because I'm terrible about using a beta, and not for the lack of offers.) But what the hell.
My mother told me about someone whose baby died of SIDS, and now I can't sleep. I know Toby will be fine. But I can't sleep tonight anyway. Howard is away, and I just get this awful image in my head of Toby dying and me having to tell Howard, and seeing the look on his face. I don't think I'd ever be able to forgive myself. So I keep checking on him every half hour. At this rate, I'm gonna wake him up.
Billions of people, Liss. Every last person you know didn't die in infancy.
My mother told me about someone whose baby died of SIDS, and now I can't sleep. I know Toby will be fine. But I can't sleep tonight anyway. Howard is away, and I just get this awful image in my head of Toby dying and me having to tell Howard, and seeing the look on his face. I don't think I'd ever be able to forgive myself. So I keep checking on him every half hour. At this rate, I'm gonna wake him up.
Billions of people, Liss. Every last person you know didn't die in infancy.
