Yellow, Blue, Brown, Red: A Collection of Essays, Poems, and Short Stories |
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Nor was I , it seemed , the same to Santa . Indifferent to Santa Then I became aloof and indifferent to Santa . I had grown capable of doing certain chores and was able to get the things I wanted by working for them .
Nor was I , it seemed , the same to Santa . Indifferent to Santa Then I became aloof and indifferent to Santa . I had grown capable of doing certain chores and was able to get the things I wanted by working for them .
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The boy seemed to have sprung from the ground . He was right there in front of them , saluting . Lt. Dumrique and his companions were so surprised they failed to acknowledge the salute immediately . “ I'm alone , Sir , ” said the brown ...
The boy seemed to have sprung from the ground . He was right there in front of them , saluting . Lt. Dumrique and his companions were so surprised they failed to acknowledge the salute immediately . “ I'm alone , Sir , ” said the brown ...
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Then he seemed to have changed his mind and propped his hands on the canvass and proceeded to stretch himself like he wanted to go to sleep . The crowd jeered . Phoney ! Phoney ! Kid Phoney ! I said worse things .
Then he seemed to have changed his mind and propped his hands on the canvass and proceeded to stretch himself like he wanted to go to sleep . The crowd jeered . Phoney ! Phoney ! Kid Phoney ! I said worse things .
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