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You lay your hand against his skin and just rib his back. Blow into his ear. Press that baby up against your own skin and walk outside with him, where the night air will sourround him, and moonlight fall on his face. Whistle, maybe. Dance. Hum. Pray. (how to calm a crying baby)

Joyce Maynard

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Joyce Maynard
Age: 71
Born: 1953
Born: November 5
Author
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Durham
New Hampshire
Daphne Joyce Maynard
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Dance
Skins
Whistle
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Outside
Pray
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Night
Baby
Calm
Moonlight
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Walk
Blow
Crying
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Maybe
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My job is writing. I get paid to do it. When was the last time you heard someone challenge a doctor for making money off of cancer?
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