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12:33 a.m. - 2006-11-20 The girl's face crumpled cutely, her rosy cheeks wet from her tearful upset eyes, as she reached towards her father, an arm's length away, he was holding a small pink balloon between his hands and squeezing it firmly and slowly in a careful manner not to make it pop. Air slipped out of the balloon and it shrank gradually, smaller and smaller.
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