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Earlier that year, she’d brought one home: a tiny black and white chick in a cardboard box. Caring for the creature became my obsession. I mothered that bird: feeding her morsels from between my lips and letting her nap in the crook of my elbow. We named her Benzene, after the petrochemical sheen of her feathers.
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