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| my daughter, as young children are prone to do, puts my parental philosophies to the test. I, who vowed never to trifle with my child's creativity, am faced with this: a scurrilous and libelous (because untrue) attribution of a person no longer in our lives. I, who also believe children should be allowed to speak their minds, find it difficult sometimes when mine speaks hers. |