It snows heavily. I tramp, late, to the bus stop. I run to the theater, up to the second balcony, and finally enter during the overture. My old friend debuts as the Sugar Plum Fairy. Tears fill my eyes; I meet her parents, but not her. Later, I wish her a Merry Christmas.
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--Mark Twain
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--Mark Twain
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