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Mar 03, 2005 14:17

Her grandmother’s bed was always extremely high. The little girl used to put one leg up and leap on, much like saddling a horse. It was always more fun that way. The brass was shiny and the detail made her feel like a princess. In the summer when the whole house sweltered with muggy air, the bed was still chilly to the touch. Her grandmother’s ( Read more... )

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quietpoet March 7 2005, 04:22:49 UTC
that was...wow. That's all I can say.

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