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woman chose the flannel man, which she obviously did.
At ten, after everyone left, Caleb and I stood by the tree.
The star still had one missing point.
Milo was asleep under the lowest branches like a furry ornament.
Caleb handed me a small box.
“Open it.”
Inside was a keychain.
A little silver house.
On the back, engraved in tiny letters, were the words:
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