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Dec 10, 2010 04:08

"The green light flashed around the room and she dropped like her husband. The child had not cried all this time. He could stand, clutching the bars of his crib, and he looked up into the intruder's face with a kind of bright interest, perhaps thinking that it was his father who hid beneath the cloak, making more pretty lights, and his mother would ( Read more... )

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tajepool April 15 2011, 06:02:24 UTC
Great post! I want to see a follow up to this topic

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