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Christmas Morning
Duncan's Toy Chest
1 A.M.
E. F. Duncan stood on the sidewalk wearing a suit and a gray cashmere topcoat.
His wife stood beside him, clutching his arm, dressed in an emerald green gown
covered by a brown mink coat. They'd been called away from a Christmas party
by the police, and now watched quietly as two glaziers replaced the broken
window of the store.
Inside, a team of evidence specialists combed through the broken glass and
mangled cash registers looking for clues to the crime. The Duncans knew that a
great deal of cash had been stolen, money that was supposed to go to the
Children's Hospital.
Suddenly a police car pulled up in front of the store and a cop jumped out.
"It's all over, Mr. Duncan," he said.
Duncan frowned. "What do you mean?"
"We apprehended the thieves and recovered your money."
Mr. Duncan's jaw dropped and his wife squeezed his arm with delight.
"Thank you," he said, happily shaking the officer's hand. "Thank you very
much!"
The cop went back to his car. Mr. Duncan and his wife were about to go home
when one of the evidence specialists approached him carrying a brick and an
envelope. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Duncan?"
"Yes?" Duncan turned, surprised.
The specialist pulled the envelope from the brick and handed it to him. "We
found this inside. Looks like a kid broke your window."
Duncan looked down at the envelope and frowned. It was addressed to him in a
child's handwriting. He tore it open and found a letter written on a sheet of Plaza

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child's handwriting. He tore it open and found a letter written on a sheet of Plaza
Hotel stationery:
Dear Mr. Duncan,
I broke your window to catch the bad guys. I'm sorry. Do you have
insurance? If you don't, I'll send you some money when it snows some more
(if I ever get back to Chicago).
Merry Christmas,

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Kevin McCallister
Mrs. Duncan tugged on her husband's coat sleeve. "What is it, dear?"
E. F. Duncan smiled and said, "Turtledoves."

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