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Dull-eyed, Angela pinned the broach onto her shirt. And all at once, she was waking up next to Joe, sweat beading on her forehead. The clock read 3:48 AM. She'd been about to leave Dennis. Her baby! Her brand new son! What on earth had she been thinking? She quietly but desperately threw the blanket off of her and stumbled down the hall, groping around in the dark, until she reached his nursery and came to stand beside his crib. He was fast asleep, and she had to resist the urge to pick him up, knowing that they had to let him sleep when he would. She only stood still, gazing down at him, trying to hold back tears. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and she'd been about to leave him. Her child. What kind of monster was she? The broach was missing from her shirt, having melted straight through the fabric and into her skin. She still remembered being Fred. But it hardly mattered. She had chosen the piece of jewelry attached to her duty as a mother and her love for her child, and it was this connection that would keep her here, living Angela's life, forever.
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