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“Wash up for dinner,” Daisy dropped her voice as low as it could go, shaking the papa Ken doll in her hand. “We’re having mama’s delicious beef stew!” With her other hand, she reached for the blonde bombshell of a Barbie leaning against the dollhouse’s walls. “That’s right, kids! Hurry along!” Dropping the parents, she scrambled for the two kids– a knock-off Polly Pocket and a stuffed bear only a smidge larger than her fist, one of his button eyes dangling from a black thread. Changing voices again, the two toys yelled ‘Okay!’ in unison an...
CW: Family death, murder It doesn’t matter what sort of fight it is, my father often repeated. Always bring a gun. Everything you could want to learn about my father could be answered to the fullest by referring to that phrase. It became something of an adage, one he lived and operated by. That phrase was the reason I now stood before the gates of this dilapidated house. The sun beat down on my face as strongly as it could for springtime in England. Taking a deep breath of humid air, I braced both hands against the wrought-iron fence and pu...
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It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Ruthalt shivered in her robes, more ornamental than practical, and watched the flakes fall outside the Library’s windows through narrowed eyes. There was wind tonight– a rare phenomenon. Not for the first time, she gave thanks for her little sanctuary, where the sconces always burned, the shelves stood tall and sturdy, and the walls kept out the eternal frost. She just wished it could be a touch warmer. But while her discomfort was sizable, she was in no danger, and so...
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