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Her breath pliable, she crouched down in that corner, the one that didn’t fit like a glove.
Her movements were whispers, soft and borrowed from someone she couldn’t remember, but they had told her to use them in times such as these. The movements abandoned her though, as she started crying the music her mother used to sing to her.

 

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    Very nice, and I almost tripped over running to get this song from the Apple Music store! ๐Ÿ˜ Iโ€™ll call it my Va Va Voom list! ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ

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                To me, at least. The 50% I speak is the spaces between the sounds. The various species of birds around here were carrying on with a lot of noise, but now they’ve suddenly stopped. If it was a movie, that would mean a gigantic wombat or whatever was approaching. So decaf coffee break for me too, before it’s too late. And cake.

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                  hahaha how funny, we were talking about giant wombats just yesterday. I am assuming you aren’t in a movie.
                  cake does sound rather perfect, but I need a sweets free day. Have not done well since Easter cough

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                    Everyone is talking about wombats. It’s because there are so many in politics. Last week I lost 2kg by changing the battery in my scales. I decided that was good enough.

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hi. friendly banter is always welcome.

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