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Sarah at the window
Sarah was back, and judging by the fact that her pants were made of leather and held on by suction (apparently) and the fact that her top was made of little more than a couple of glittery scarves held together with ribbon and hope, and also the fact that her hair was held up with an impressive array of clips and barrettes -a wonder they didn't add another five pounds alone- it could be surmised that she'd been planning on going somewhere else and had ended up here.
But the observation window as well as the plate of warm chocolate chip cookies, glass of ice cold milk and the copy of The Language of Birds that she'd gotten from Bar, were enough to make up for any crimp in her plans.
Company couldn't hurt either.
But the observation window as well as the plate of warm chocolate chip cookies, glass of ice cold milk and the copy of The Language of Birds that she'd gotten from Bar, were enough to make up for any crimp in her plans.
Company couldn't hurt either.
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"And I was a bit shocked. They did not mind she was going to leave forever, they did not mind she was not going to have children for the clan... but it bothered them that her close friend had markings on her arm running left to right, and not right to left..."
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She shrugged as she tied a knot in the end of each braid, flicking them back behind her shoulders once more, "Personally I've never seen the point of cutting out options like that. Strictly genetically speaking it thins the blood, leads to weaker and weaker generations that have a harder and harder time finding a partner who isn't related to them." She shook her head, "Just stupid."
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that is all that I shall do for Death.
I hear him leading his horse out of the stall;
I hear the clatter on the barn-floor.
He is in haste; he has business in Cuba,
business in the Balkans, many calls to make this morning.
But I will not hold the bridle
while he clinches the girth.
And he may mount by himself:
I will not give him a leg up. "
A pause then adding, "Edna Saint Vincent Mallay, not sure what made me think of it."
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