I read through the newspaper Mr. Emerson, my boss, lent me. The headline jumped from the page, saying "New Дисней Attraction Brings in Tourists!" [i]Big deal[i], I thought, frowning. Tourists meant еще people, and еще people meant witnesses.
"Leigha," my co-worker Delilah told me, "costume time." I nodded, set down the paper and changed into my Belle costume.
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Yet another child came over, beaming. Her golden blonde curls shimmered in the light.
"Hi," I greeted, sitting down to come eye-to-eye with her, "what's your name?"
"Amy," the girl's mother said, taking out her camera
"Well, hello, Amy,"...
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