Clara has my umbrella. Clara knows exactly what it looks like.
( And that will be all that he speaks, petulantly, on the matter, determined to have his umbrella wrested back from Clara's villainous clutches without delay. Tiny women with great appetites for pilfering should never be trusted.
But then, she's frowning, the girl is, and the boy's squinting behind his fox mask, belligerent. )
To become the new thing. Obviously. My friend says it's like when butterflies have to become something better, so they change. I think he's just old. And wrong.
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Clara has my umbrella. Clara knows exactly what it looks like.
( And that will be all that he speaks, petulantly, on the matter, determined to have his umbrella wrested back from Clara's villainous clutches without delay. Tiny women with great appetites for pilfering should never be trusted.
But then, she's frowning, the girl is, and the boy's squinting behind his fox mask, belligerent. )
To become the new thing. Obviously. My friend says it's like when butterflies have to become something better, so they change. I think he's just old. And wrong.