"Will there be horses, do you think?" I asked. She allowed as to how there might be. "Remember to tell me if there are horses at the fair," I requested.
"If we have centers today, I'll choose the writing center and stamp a note for you," she promised.
When she got home, she told me that the fair didn't have horses, but that she also didn't have centers. "I'll stamp a note for you tomorrow," she pledged.
Today she brought home this note:

"There were no horses. Love, Cady Gray."
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