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Dividing the Easter Eggs

I want the pink one, the orange one, and the lavender one too. Okay, agreed big brother. Then I shall dye the yellow, green and blue. But she was a changeable mind girl, his sister, Serendipity Sue. Can I also have the blue one? She asked her brother Brice. Sure, he said handing it over. This is nothing like our Savior;s sacrifice. His parents were silent, watching to see what she would do. Without another word, she handed Brice the egg, blue.

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Date: 4/3/2022 10:11:00 AM
When you're that age, it really is a sacrifice to give up something you badly want.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/3/2022 6:46:00 PM
Right

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