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The little girl regarded the question from the corpulent man in a bright red suit. Her dark, almond eyes were caught somewhere between enamor and fear but dead-on serious. There was no smile, but no tears, either.
Her answer, rehearsed many times among family, rendered by her nervousness from what seemed to her delicate age a first-time meeting, came not only eye-blink quick but so quiet as to be barely perceptible.
It was a good thing the big man in the suit was using his well-tuned listening ears.
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