She would just walk out of the house and go. I still have a cross stitch she made for me of a little fairy sitting on a daffodil. There was nothing to be learned from her face. “Oh my God, what if she’s dead?” More giggling. She could even think of what had happened. The fates are never so kind to me. You’re mine. "I cannot remain here long. Wild in his own domain. We are amiable to one another, but we don’t mix. The smell that emanated from the opening was abominable.
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