mercredi 10 septembre 2008


Dear diary,
my little head was under white blankets when i heard the door. Mama Rose came in the early morning, she brought me a rose macaron, and silver earings. Papa Bear was there too. And Milk and Hippolyte. We sat in the living room in the evening, and read a story. It was a very sunny day, light shone through my glass of cider, it tickled my tongue. I listened to otis and i wore red lipstick and i danced and i jumped on the bed.

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