Good girls go to school every day, as everyone knows who reads storybooks. Pigtails bobbing as they skip along clean sidewalks to gather with friends at the big front door, laughing.
Though her life in a New York City ghetto was an ugly parody of that storybook vision, a certain 12-year-old girl last week clung fiercely to the ritual. After giving birth in the early hours of the morning in her bedroom, after cradling the 6-lb. 10-oz. boy until dawn, after carrying him into the hallway, stuffing him inside a plastic bag and throwing him down a garbage chute, the little...
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