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A Hard Lesson

A Hard Lesson

Bella’s bedroom door inexplicably has a hole in the latch plate leading into the the hollow door frame. This morning she dropped a crayon into the hole and immediately started howling, “My crayon, my crayon.”

“Sorry, Bell,” I said, “I can’t get it back. It’s gone for good.” Much screaming and wailing; but to no avail. Poor Bella.

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