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A Child's Story
The little girl came to Richstone
quiet and shy ...
She wanted to draw ...
a paper was given.
She drew a heart, cut it out
then tore it into little pieces.
"This is how I feel. My heart is broken."
She gave the pieces to me ...
Time passed and on her last day
the little girl asked for her heart.
She taped the pieces together very carefully and said,
"My heart was broken and you
mended it."
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