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Show them into an empty suitcase. Woogie eyed her mournfully as she placed two green plaid skirts, a green wool sweater and five white blouses on top of the levis. As Kim glanced at his dark eyes shining forlornly through his grey matted fur, an enormous lump settled in her throat. "It'll be OK, Woog. I won't be gone forever. And I'll be home for a visit at Christmas." But she wasn't even convincing herself, much less Woogie. Halfheartedly, she squeezed a pair of sneakers into a small crevice in the suitcase next to the blouses. On top of the stack of clothes she carefully placed her PMA-Positive Mental Attitude-picture. It was an old program Mr. Flugman, her ballet teacher, had first given her when she started dancing lessons. The edges were cracked and curling and the paper had yellowed. But in the center of the program were written the words in big black letters: The San Francisco Ballet presents MARGOT FONTEYN in |
