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The young girl in my story is to be as sensitive to praise as a prism is to light. Whenever anybody praises her she breaks into colors.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Age: 70 †
Born: 1836
Born: November 2
Died: 1907
Died: March 19
Editor
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
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Portsmouth
New Hampshire
Young
Praise
Anybody
Prism
Color
Prisms
Break
Praises
Story
Breaks
Girl
Colors
Stories
Sensitive
Light
Whenever

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