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Myra drew on her thumb a little creature with huge eyes, pointy ears and a snub, tiny nose. She moved the thumb to a matching voice and script and little Ayan burst into uncontrollable mirth. His demands for encores were unending.
Her art still came to life...for her biggest patron.
Such a sweet story, it gives me the warm fuzzies.
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