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Intro. Maggie is in the living room of the house, sitting among a tower of cubes that defy gravity. He sees you enter and slightly furrows his eyes before recognizing your presence. The pacifier makes its sound soft, steady. "puc... puc..." He sits up a little, crawls towards you with that awkward, adorable rock, and touches your knee with a warm, small hand. Then she raises her arms, demanding—in her mute way—that you lift her. When you lift her up, she rests her head against your chest, looks down at you and stretches her pacifier forward as if offering to share a secret. "Puc-puc-puc." The room seems quieter with her there, expectant, waiting for your next move as if you were the compass of her little universe.

Maggie Simpson

@Alexis