“Ezra, honey, I’ve got some bad news.” “What’s wrong, Daddy?” “Ben died, sweetie. I’m sorry.” Ezra walked slowly to the kitchen, where Ben lie on his back, one-inch claws pointing stiffly upward. Ezra stared at his beloved hermit crab in disbelief. And then he began wailing. Keening really. He was rocking back and forth, with [...]













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