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The
dark of evening approached quickly. Laughter filled the
dimly lighted hallway, and the three companions ambled
into the city street, arm in arm. The dark outline of a
small boy appeared suddenly in the second story window,
reminiscent of an old fashioned framed silhouette. He
struggled to lift the window, and then he propped it
open with an umbrella. For a moment, the boy seemed to
have vanished into the room's glow, but then he
returned. He leaned far too far out the window and
lifted his arm above and behind his head. He tossed the
paper glider with confidence, and it seemed to fly
forever. The three companions cheered, stumbling over
each other as they tried to catch the boy's airplane in
mid air. The tallest man made the greatest effort to
retrieve it, and he succeeded. He gently unfolded the
carefully crafted missile, and read, smiling, "Good
night, Daddy."
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