No, I Do NOT Want to Share With You

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It was cold when I woke up at 4:00 am and reached for the blanket’s edge. I gave it a tug, but my sleeping husband rolled over and took the last available scrap with him, rolling up into a tight warm cocoon.
I went to the couch and got the red blanket that smells like kid feet and dog, and came back to bed and slept.
At 7:00, I was in the shower when the glass door opened and my naked 4-year-old stepped boldly into the warm water. “I decided to share with you, Mama,” she declared before muscling me into the lonely back corner

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