On faults

by Malin's eating

“It’s my fault” the boy calmly stated.
“Oh, no, no honey, it’s not your fault!” she exclaimed, horrified.
“Yes it is because I coughed and I didn’t put my hand in front of my mouth
and then daddy got my germs and then he died.”
He picked up his crayon again, kept coloring in black.

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