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It looked just like a little doll. It had a face. It had arms. I remember, the one thing I remember the most is seeing the rib cage, but its legs were gone. This wasn’t a blob. This wasn’t a piece a tissue. This was an honest to God baby. This was a baby. That was my baby. They just put it in the trash right in front of me. Up until the moment I saw them throw my baby, my baby in the trash … that’s when it really hit me.

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