-- When I was a little girl I made mud pies, darings down crayfish holes hoping the idiot crayfish would catch hold and allow themselves to be hauled into the light. Snarled and cried, ate ice cream and sang "How High the Moon." Popped the wings off crickets and floated stray Scrabble pieces in ditch water. All perfed ordinary and perfect.
-- Featherings of ease and bliss.
-- I reparing myself. Getting ready for the great day.
-- Icy day with salt on all the sidewalks.
-- Sketg attitudes and f pretty speeches.
-- Pitg pe a line scraped in the dust.
-- Doing and redoing my lustrous abundant hair.
-- Man dower and O.
-- Tied flares to my extremities and wound dy es into my lustrous, abundant hair. Getting ready for the great day.
-- For I do not deny that I am a little out of temper.
-- Glitches in the system as yet unapprehended.
-- Oh that band. Oh its sweet strains.
-- Most excellent and dear friend. Who the silly seasons named for.
-- My demands were……（内容加载失败！）
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