Across the table, her parents chewed in not-quite silence, but Jennica could not move. Her legs felt glued to the chair, and her stomach was turning slow circles, like it was about to erupt. Like a volcano, and all the villagers on her placemat would have to run screaming for the trees just like in the movie, and this time there wouldn't be a brave archaeologist to save everyone, because her father hated scientists and wouldn't let them in the house. So she sat there, feeling odderer and odderer. At last she glanced up, uncertain and disdainful.
"I hate rice cakes," she said.
Her parents chewed on.
Warder to starry_nite
One day.
May I suggest:
http://onceuponagourd.etsy.com/
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money can't buy you back the love that you had then
ad impenetrum! *NM*
