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Overheard at 8:55am one morning last week . . .
Mom, Mom! I need my scar!
Your scar?
Yes. It is very cold out and I can’t leave without my scar.
Hmmm, are you talking about Harry Potter?
What?
Tell me what your scar looks like.
It is so cute. It has little fishies and lots of colors and you wrap it around here (motioning to his neck) and it keeps me warm. I can’t go without it.
Oh! I think you are talking about your scarf.
Yes! My scar!
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