And by the time she wakes (we'll have driven through the state)

"It's a bunch of spiky white and brown flowers, hardly entertaining. The house is right there," she hummed, lifting an arm to point.

Ann, I love you, the house would say. I love you, too, she always said back, because nobody would if she didn't. For all the children who lived there, some even years older than herself, none of them were very good with taking responsibility.

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Or; A girl calling herself the queen of England, and a girl calling herself the queen of France, sit on a hill with flowers they call vanilla bean.