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Grandma’s House: Part 2

So, I’m crouched on all fours, hands in this sticky mess in the middle of the hallway floor.  The house is dark and the sun has gone down.  I’m not supposed to be picked up for another hour and there’s … Continue reading

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My name is Elisabeth

But that’s not what matters.  My name doesn’t matter because my name doesn’t mean anything.  “A rose by any other” and whatnot.  But I am not a rose.  No, no, I am definitely far from being a rose.  What am … Continue reading

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