Laughter In The Blue RoomHe was afraid of the dark. She said she could make his fear go away. She had already cured him of his fear of heights by locking him out on the balcony. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t trust her, although he really shouldn’t. It was more that he didn’t want to face the darkness. She was his cousin and his keeper. A mere three years older, but a whole head taller. She had been told to watch him while their mothers chatted and sipped tea in the parlor. They loved to play in the old house. It was her house, left to them by her father when he died. It was big, and it lacked electric lighting. She liked to exploreLaughter In The Blue Room
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Human.
Switching stories... for the second time
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the turtle moves.
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I do not exist as anything but myself...
Sometimes even that is questionable...
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the turtle moves.
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{*We* are the music makers... and *we* are the dreamers of dreams...}
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