I asked for a pony one Christmas. A palomino, if memory serves, but I would have settled for a sorrel. I didn’t get it. I didn’t get that Fort Apache playset made by Marx either, but my cousin Mark did, and you can’t tell me he was better than I was that year. Oh, don’t get me wrong. Santa has been good to me. I got a pair of Dave Little boots, and yo


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