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THE LITTLE TODDLER bolts towards
the check-out aisles, her hair flying
about, a fluffy pink unicorn in her arms.
It has a rainbow mane and silver legs.
My first thought is that it is too large for
the child, but she holds onto it for dear
life as she runs laughing toward me. She
has beautiful brown hair like mine, I
observe, and pretty blue eyes that smile
as brightly as she does. She is a gem,
this little creature.
