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Jul. 9th, 2006 10:56 pmAnd she looks around, after he's gone back, and before she can bring herself to yet.
It's very familiar.
It's very strange.
It's not home anymore. And it used to be.
There are still stuffed animals--three--on her bed, and she sits with one, a tiger, in her arms, and looks around.
Because it was home.
It's very familiar.
It's very strange.
It's not home anymore. And it used to be.
There are still stuffed animals--three--on her bed, and she sits with one, a tiger, in her arms, and looks around.
Because it was home.
