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‘Please, Marcus. If she finds out, it’s all over,’ my 3-year-old begged, dropping to her knees on our new patio. It was our dual housewarming and my husband’s 30th birthday, and she was clutching his best friend’s boot in a chillingly accurate imitation of her father.

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