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Maggie slipped out the backdoor and pulled on her wool jacket, welcoming the cool November breeze as it washed over her flushed face. The back of the house opened into a wide lawn, flanked on two sides with neat rows of medium-sized evergreen trees. Sam had told her that his family grew their own Christmas trees, but this was more than she expected.  |
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| She plopped down on the bottom stair, looking out at the silent green army that stood before her. |
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"Play?" She felt a tugging at her sleeve, and a bright-eyed, round-faced toddler looked directly at her and beamed. |
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