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She was not to pick, poke, or puke

 

 

Life has never been easy. It is not meant to be. Duh. What else was she to think as she looked through the window.

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She wanted to eat up everything in sight. Those jars were filled with life goodness but she needed to say vigilant. Food would not let her stay alert. And he was talking to her and she needed to listen carefully. There was much to be done. Much to unpack in his diatribe. The instructions were to lay low and not to harm anyone else. She was not to pick, poke, or puke. She had to stay away from the chicken feed. It was time to put on the ballgown and be the belle.

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