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the white rug
posted January 17, 2010 1:10 am
When Earmud died nine year old Lyla spent eleven days locked up in her room. During those eleven days she spent most of her time staring at the white rug where he often snuggled in; the corner which he frequently gnawed at frayed tremendously. It still held strands of his long, unrefined fur, and patches [...]
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ice cream
posted October 16, 2009 12:01 am
Lyla was 9 years, 11 months, 2 days, 4 hours, 7 minutes and 32 seconds when she decided that she likes ice cream. On sunny days Lyla’s uncle would give her a few coins he’d find in his pockets, not knowing how they’d actually get there. Jiggling and exchanging between sweaty palms, Lyla would pounce [...]
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Earmud
posted October 11, 2009 8:49 am
When Lyla was 8 and way littler she longed to fill her days with tea parties, art gallery exhibitions and French wine tasting. She likes the sound of clinking wineglasses and the distinct smell of freshly brewed tea, dried paint and blue cheese. Lyla was a loner, but she loved the crowd. She enjoys being [...]
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little lyla
posted October 11, 2009 2:29 am
Lyla was little – for she was no taller than her grandfather’s walking stick. She likes her coffee with mint, and chews on her gum religiously every Saturday after brunch with her cat Finn. On days like these Lyla would sit in her rocking chair, swaying to and fro. She’d watch the neighborhood children play [...]
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