Yummy morning.
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noel
She collapse in the floor beside the chair.
“I WANT! I WANT!” She screamed.
“To see that little Santa Claus dancing.”
She pointed at it smiling.
3.04.2007
cold
I wanted the chilling breeze to trespass me. Maybe that way the pain would solidify and break. But the cold wind kept blowing away my purpose.
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