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feeling, but one that makes me queasy

and light-headed. I'd stolen the cake and

got beat up pretty good for it. I promised

never to eat vanilla cake again, and I

haven't since.

The little girl squirms in my arms,

and her mother runs up to where I stand.

I reluctantly hand over the giggling,

sweet-smelling toddler to the woman.

"Thank you so much," the woman

beams. Those green eyes. As green as