At first I thought her name was Barrel. Like the gardening tool.The one that gets weighed down by dirt and rocks until it gets too heavy and tips over, hidding blossoming flower buds beneath the avalanche of grime. The name belonged to a beautiful girl whose constant grin leaned to the right, whose mane of free spirited hair covered her ears and
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