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Thanksgiving and the Big Day, I would run directly to the five-and-tens after
school and look at all the sparkly stuff, would see the bright and intricate
cardboard houses, the bottlebrush trees, the celluloids and fences , the lights
and ornaments and tinsel arrayed brilliantly before me. I had the intense feeling
that someone had dismantled an entire little world and there it lay in pieces!
It was up to me, personally, to put it all back together and if I did - it would
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