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It was the opening night of the first-grade play. Up to the theater door came skipping the prettiest little girl in the worldher golden hair in loving braids, her skin like pinks in a bowl of milk, her chin arriving at a charming little point, her eyes as wide and innocent as a china doll's. But the lobby was packed tight with squealing children and shushing mothers. How to get through? The wide eyes narrowed, the pointed chin shot forward, and daddy's darling charged. "Hey!" a five-year-old hollered as he pulled her...
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