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Her arms tell a story that you've never read, oh and it's not boring- what's going on in her head. She rolls over in the morning and she smiles at you; she has no idea that you know. And when she goes home, you feel so sad: your baby, your girl, is feeling really bad, and there is nothing that you can do to help her. 

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