I took off my hat so that a sparkly barrette in my hair would complement the glow of the little red star. I imagined that the little star shone, as if luminescent an enchanted beacon. It was pinned to the left side of my chest, closer to my heart. Despite the wind and freezing cold, I unbuttoned my coat for everyone on the street to see my new, shiny, little red star badge, emblazoned in its center with a golden portrait of Vladimir Lenin as a child.
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