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Are you here for my sparkle?
“Are you here to steal my sparkle?” he demanded, his grip tightening around the pickaxe as he edged closer. Brody and Mike exchanged confused glances. “Steal your sparkle?” Brody asked, trying to calm him down while still nurturing his burning cheek. “We don’t want anything from you, sir; we were just curious.” Brody and Mike pleaded for the leaves as the man’s pick kept swirling in the air the old man.
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