Yellow, Blue, Brown, Red: A Collection of Essays, Poems, and Short Stories |
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Now I can tell you Santa is real because I can see him in the sparkle of my children's eyes as they tear the wraps off the gifts that he left them . I see Santa even now , squinting at me with those merry , mischievous eyes of his .
Now I can tell you Santa is real because I can see him in the sparkle of my children's eyes as they tear the wraps off the gifts that he left them . I see Santa even now , squinting at me with those merry , mischievous eyes of his .
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out an eye for effect . It's interior matched the external plainness . Here , as in its general design , the lavish artistry that characterized the vaster edifice was absent . One passing through the street which it fronted could see ...
out an eye for effect . It's interior matched the external plainness . Here , as in its general design , the lavish artistry that characterized the vaster edifice was absent . One passing through the street which it fronted could see ...
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Sofia cried , an incredulous sparkle in her eyes . " Here , take it . " Sofia grabbed the package , allowed Luis to pat her cheek playfully for a moment , and bolted exultantly out of the room .
Sofia cried , an incredulous sparkle in her eyes . " Here , take it . " Sofia grabbed the package , allowed Luis to pat her cheek playfully for a moment , and bolted exultantly out of the room .
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