Our Bodies Were Both Made of Wood
The motionless girl who sat slumped on a three-legged stool in the corner, her wild braids hiding her identity, was a thief. Her skirt, woolen, was stolen from sheep. (…)
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This is What Happened to Roger’s Three Pennies
Being an ordinary schoolboy, Roger walked down an ordinary pathway. (…)
Soap Cure
I am well-equipped for the task ahead of me. I like to wear those silly pink latex gloves with sparkly fur trim even though I know that extra frills like those really won’t help me conquer the piles of dishes that had appeared on the fake marble counter top the night before. (…)
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