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[ Silence settled comfortably within the sitting room as she approached the lounge. Rather than take a seat, she lingered along its edge, one arm draped across the backrest. Manicured fingers traced the pattern along the little clown. ]
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A name. ( * teetering away, less departing & more requiring the use of movement to get her mind wandering. she wanders to the aforementioned lounge, splaying over it. rabbit raised overhead as
( * 𝐬𝐭ars in the eyes; 🤩 a doll gently held. words strung together thoughtfully, as if needing to piece them, slowly. ) can sh~e ... live on the lounge ?
( * so very proud, hands stained by earth, propped at her side, mirrored in shine. ) 𝐓𝐡is is for ..! ( slowly, she trails off thoughtfully stringing the next word. ) 𝐆rat ... -i-tude !
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[ Her dull eyes lit up 'pon seeing the bouquet, twinkling as bright as scattered starlight. ]
Are these for me!?
[ The smile that followed was just as radiant! ]
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