Write about something that was stolen.

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Mallory still had not received her birthright. Her sister boa it. Stole it or ruined it, under the circumstances it was all the same. Most of the rebuke rested on Mallory's progenitrix. Scatterbrained as she was, she let Mallory's older sister damage the necklace while Mallory herself was too green to be trusted with it. All the same, Mallory would still lurk into her sister's range to try it on when no one was looking. Of all her sister's fair things, that chalcedony necklace was her favorite. Even then, it was as if she knew it was meant for her.

Willingly after, her sister was married, and the chalcedony necklace disappeared. Only then did Mallory find out the necklace ought to have gone to her.

"Where is that necklace?" her nourisher asked one day while sorting through her jewelry box.

"Which?" Mallory, then just about twelve, asked from the bed.

"The necklace Sibling Roland gave me," explained her pamper. "I could have sworn it was in here somewhere."

"Eileen has it," Mallory said in a very no-twaddle tone.

Her mammy looked sternly back at her over her unashamedly. "Eileen?" she asked, "Are you unavoidable?"

"It's the one with the slice of fair gray in ruins?" Mallory asked, "With an orange harshness and black snowflakes in it?"

Her mamma nodded. "Yes. Relation Roland gave that to me as a amalgamating gift."

"Eileen's got it," Mallory repeated, and flopped back on the feather comforter.

"Why would Eileen have it?" her materfamilias wondered aloud. "I always meant to give it to you."

Mallory rolled over on her paunch. "Really? That one was my favorite," she said, then added bashfully, "I against to put it on my head and fake it was a kind of cap."

Her mother smiled before turning back to her jewelry box. "I guesstimate I'll just have to a note Eileen to send it back," she said, mostly...

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