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Bonnie, the same little girl I had gathered in my arms and rescued from the "bad men" the night before, the child who had clung to me, crying, calling for her mother, stood in a pool of blood near Faye, the same pink gown the doctor had gotten out of the closet for her to take home with her splattered in crimson. In fact, there was so much of the substance, the little girl was covered in it. It ran down her chin, off of her fingers, out of her hair. She was just shoving one of those chubby little digits into her mouth when she saw me. Her face lit up with a wide smile that showed perfectly normal teeth.