At the Christmas Attic, a year-round Christmas store along a cobblestone street in Old Town Alexandria, the managers carry business cards stamped with this on the back: ?YES, I KNOW I HAVE GLITTER ON MY FACE.? The glitter stamps spare them from repeating themselves as customers with good intentions point out stray glitter that has fallen on their cheeks, on their foreheads, in their curls ? flyaway flecks of glitter lit up like diamonds under a tangle of blinking Christmas lights strung from the store?s ceiling.
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