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One morning, when I was late for work, my infant son Larry’s topaz birthstone fell from my gold chain.
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I frantically searched for it, whispering to myself, I lost my Larry, but I will get him back.
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He would need emergency heart surgery.
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Happily, the operation was a success, and I whispered in Larry’s ear, I thought I lost you, but I knew I’d get you back.
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