Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I think that house would have been perfect

The young girl who was holding saved us. Why on earth were they wanting to kill so many civilians? Ahh right, because of the peacemakers. It makes sense. Why was I trying to save them? Because the woman was the mother of the little one I was holding. Of course. Why were they so insistent? Ahh, right again, because the chocolate factory owners needed to support themselves and hadn't seen what a mess it was out there.

Little laughing girls in red and white stripes, women in a trance and a bad ass teenager saved my life. An estate sale held in the attic of a small home with short ceilings filled with fabric and a bog. Thanks again for tromping through the muck, I trusted you from the beginning.


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