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I assign days of small miracles. Nothing that will go down in history. Nothing even particularly memorable. Just the quiet things that make you smile, like those ten extra minutes of stolen sleep before you rise for the day. Like cold spaghetti and peanut butter cookies in forts made of precariously affixed blankets and sheets and decorated lovingly with feather boas, pillows, and silk scarves. Like getting out of work early... and being paid for the whole shift. Like unexpected visitors and finding that your pizza has red bell peppers instead of the gross green kind. Like banana flavored Runts and new books.
And I assign butterflies.
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