The baby has a fever, his warm head is nestled into my arm and chest. I can’t peele myself away from him to avoid feeling hot, he cries if I try to detangle myself from his arms gripping my wrists and his little legs that have pushed their way between my thighs.
It’s quiet but the sound of dogs barking in the distance, an ambulance speeding past, a car …
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