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I dry my hands on a kitchen towel and fold it just so, knowing that it will not end up in a heap on the floor or secretly used to wipe peanut butter crumbs off the corners of a teen aged mouth. The Monarch flutters past the window again, and then a second one joins it. I study them as they hop from leaf to leaf, unaware of me and the two little noses pressed to the glass.

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