As the sky roars, Rusty pants, deeply scaring the brass doornobbed doors, I hear the sizzling of pancakes. Barbie girl in the adjacent room where Grace sits, her chestnut blond hair long and silky, 90 pounds and as tall as I was at 14, that 11 year old. Sizzle. A postcard from Rie-busts of animals at the stake house where she and Sam tried
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