and she peeks at Bagger, and though he’s never sired a child, not to his knowledge anyhow, he knows what he’s feeling is what any father feels when the mother, holding her baby for the first time, locks eyes with him over the child’s head, that boil of pride and fear, but also melancholy, it’s a farewell of sorts when a father meets the child who, as of this moment, will begin to replace him,
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