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Susan threw the front door open. “We’re going to have a neighborhood circus.” Mom picked up the book she dropped. “Close the door, dear.” “I’m going to be the ringmaster, because it was my idea.” Susan grinned and slammed the door shut. “You’re coming, right? Everyone has to