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The dream woke me much like it always did.
Mommy rushed in like she always did and I cried into her chest until I had no voice.
“What’s wrong? Did you have a bad dream?” she asked me.
I shook my head without pulling my head from her chest. “Not bad just kinda sad.
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Little Kasey Sampke rubbed his sweaty palms together and stared at the group of presents that sat underneath the tree with hungry anticipation. They came in all sorts of shapes and sizes ranging from the tall and thin one to the house-shaped one buried in the corner. One he even noticed appeared rather soft.
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