The newspaper rustled as Jennica, on bare feet, crept toe by toe across the carpet. She reached the back of the chair and leaned forward, close enough to actually read the writing on the newspaper and see the edge of her father's face, harsh in the bright lamplight. Tucked inside the newspaper, so that only he could see it, was a copy of Sports Illustrated. Her father hated sports.
"Beware the Ides of Smarch," Jennica whispered
She turned around, and slowly crept away.
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One day.
May I suggest:
http://onceuponagourd.etsy.com/
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