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Celeste soaked in scented bubbles savoring the moment. Today she would host the fashion show of the season, leaving her footprints on the social landscape. |
"Don't be nervous," Tommy cajoled. Yet sweat puddled, Mr. Frost's face contorted. He slumped in the chair. "Lunch will perk you up. I'll be back." |
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Tommy raced toward his yard, "Mr. Frost," Tommy called, "I got a 'B' on my math." Mr. Frost's smile seemed to say, "I knew you could do it." |
Celeste spun in front of the mirror. Every hair lay in place. Arched brows framed shining eyes. Perfect! "I'm ready, world." |
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Celeste wrapped in a fluffy towel, strolled into her spacious closet, and slipped her dress from its padded hanger, and thought Yes, it's worth the prohibitive price. |
"Mr. Frost, No! Don't go! Tommy screamed, Mama! Come quick!" |
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"Mr. Frost, I wish you could stay with me always. Why not? Our house is big and no one uses the room reserved for company." |
Celeste ran into the room and stared at the soaked, silk chair, dripping dirty water onto the Oriental rug. Her dream night vanished. |
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"My dress is sea-foam blue. Do you think diamonds or pearls would look best?" Celeste purred into the phone. "Pearls it is. See you soon." |
Tommy stared at the wet floor where a soggy hat, scarf, carrot, and buttons lay. "Goodbye, Frosty," Tommy sobbed. |