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My darling granddaughter, Chrissy,
You can't possibly know how much you mean to me. You literally gave me back my life and I can never repay you for that. The money is a small token of my love and it is for you. Do what you want to with it. It is yours.
One other gift I have for you. I didn’t want to give it to you in front of all the others because some of them may have thought—well never mind about that. When you return, the thirteen crystal, Christmas angels will be at the trailer waiting for you. Don’t fuss at me. I want you to have them, use them and enjoy them. Will you do that for me, please?
I love you, Chrissy.
Grandmother
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As they pulled out of the parking lot with the rows and rows of tin cans rattling behind them, the sun was settling in the west and their future looked bright ahead.
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