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The Porcelain Harlequin By Jamie Marie Carlson A little girl peeped into a box of old toys. At the bottom, buried under old doll clothes and a few weathered children's storybooks, lay a porcelain harlequin doll. Under the detailed, lacy harlequin outfit, it was obvious that the doll was broken. Her legs and arms were sticking out of the sleeves too far, shards poking at the cloth in odd angles. Her elegant black hair spread out from a head which was cracked, the line running down from the corner of the little red mouth to the neck. The little black eyes looked very sad, and the child felt a pang of sorrow in her young heart for the poor por