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I peered out onto the lane until my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness. A pale wintry sun struggled through the dark sky, rising up behind the rooftops, rooftops that were as white as the driven snow. I felt a tingle in my tummy, like every Christmas morning of my life. I felt like a child again.
The Irish Nanny
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