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Day 27: I Only Gong Wit Manely Man by Raffi Boyadjian

On the 27th Day of Christmas Raffi Boyadjian gave to me… It was the last class before Christmas Break dismissal as I sprinted to the room. The bell had already rung and the large wooden door was swinging shut as I squeezed through. Ms. Rampus always locked it after the bell and if you weren’t

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Three Orchids by E. Alexandra

When I was seven my father threw out my mother’s vintage dining table.  It was a beautiful, untrustworthy beast that sucked all the air out of the room and swallowed up any tendril of light.  Both marveling and fearing it, I’d run my hands down the curvature of its chestnut-colored legs; weeks later my hands

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Day 17: Loss Prevention by Sandra Cimadori

On the 17th Day of Christmas Sandra Cimadori gave to me… It’s not like we sell anything anyone really needs. This stuff is the discounted excess of upscale department stores. It ain’t life or death. I do my job, Loss Prevention Specialist, but I’m not about to risk getting punched or maybe even shot confronting

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Day 13: Jesus to a Child by Hannah Storm

On the 13th Day of Christmas Hannah Storm gave to me… Today my four-year-old found the Lord in his lunchbox. Tucked between the apple slices and the yoghurt tubes, Charlie might have missed the miracle, but fortunately for him and the future of faith, his form teacher Miss Angel was on hand. I had feared

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