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Sarah Sues Santa – P.J. Leonard
The tickets, the postboxes that brought me here, the person who sent me that letter?
Right on cue, a flash of light behind her made her spin around, and two postboxes stood there.
Something magical was definitely making this happen, but what?
She walked up to the postboxes, light streaming from them. Two? Looks like I have a choice...but I
have only one ticket left...
When she came closer, though, she saw that the doors of each postbox were slightly open. She
opened one wide and looked inside. Flecks of snow floated out, and the looming grey bulk of the
orphanage lay in the distance. She turned and looked inside the other postbox. Inside was dark and
warm. Her bedroom. It was the real one this time, with her own bed and writing desk.
Home at last.
She yawned. Her bed had never looked so inviting. She was about to climb through, when she
stopped. Wait. The key to the orphanage still weighed heavily in her pocket.
If Santa was not real, then...
She slammed the postbox door on her bedroom shut, pocketed the ticket, reopened the postbox to
the orphanage and climbed through.
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