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4 The Necklace Once a mouse nosed its way into my dresser drawer and chewed through a beaded necklace, getting to the penny candy beneath, rainbow colored coconut candy, my favorite. My mom had made the beaded loom necklace, her arthritic fingers patiently threading beads on the long thin needle, weaving, night after night. She bent to repairing the necklace, and I pleaded to wear it to school. At recess a White boy ran by, yanked it off my neck, and threw it. I watched as it ascended high above the blacktop; the beads glittered, scattering their light, a rainbow against gray skies. ...

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