She carried it through the living room, past her father's newspaper, and ate it on the back porch, unfolding her dog from her pocket so he could clean up her crumbs. Then she carried the plate back through the living room, past her father once again, careful not to drop it. Her father hated dropped plated. She set it in the sink, wiped the jelly from her mouth with one arm, and went to sit on the living room floor and watch her father's newspaper rustle as he read.
"You're supposed to be in school," he said after a moment, without looking out.
"My math classroom flooded today," she told him.
The newspaper went back to its contented rustle.
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*
