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"what is she for?" asks the little voice connected to the little hand in yours. you struggle for an answer that doesn't come, and realize that there is no answer; the question begs another question.
"the same thing as all of us are for," you hear yourself say, "to give you and each other as much love as we can. too much isn't enough. you get parents and aunts and uncles, but for good measure we gave you a 'godmother', too."

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