The Wishing Game
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He smiled. It was a small smile, but the best things came in the smallest packages.
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Nothing like success to kill the fire that used to burn in his belly. Every flat, every condo, every brownstone he’d looked at that morning had seemed like a stranger’s home, and if he moved in, he’d be living a stranger’s life. Maybe he’d simply outgrown that old dream and hadn’t found a new dream to replace it yet.