Listening to it is quite like living in an old house that is full of water and life. You float around and it is not the oppressing suffocation of drowning but rather the warm ascension of good memories. And even unevenly on the floor you know the ceiling is full of flowers.
I was going to change my shirt but instead I changed my mind.
I'm not
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(charlotte dies in the end. at the fair. wilbur carries her egg sack back to the farm where hundreds of little spiders fly away. three stay. wilbur gives them names which i have forgotten.)
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