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A few hours later, my biological mother had been buried in our back yard next to the rose bushes.
A week later and our new neighbor who I came to know as "Uncle Chuck" had installed a new state of the art home security system in our house.
I spent a lot of the time, after that, out of the house playing with friends, avoiding baby Jake (or "Donut" as we had come to start calling him) at all costs. Until one day he got a little bigger, and seemed far less delicious to me.
And sooner or later...we all forgot the whole thing had ever happened.
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