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But one day, everything changed. It was a peaceful winter day, one of those days when the sun tries to break through the chill with its warming rays. I was covered in sand, waiting to be found and then thrown back into the sea as usual, when suddenly a rough, weathered hand picked me up, brushed of the sand, and I saw a face smiling down at me. You see, I wasn’t just small. I also had a strange, twisted hole in my shell, and that made me different.