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Everything painfully mundane from my childhood is a mystery to me now. Though not a mystery I am looking to explore.
Malingering spring arrived late, diffidently fingering her flaxen hair, surreptitiously smoothing last season’s amber dress, the one she passed out in before before her dreamless, overlong sleep
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