The Fall

Oh dear Bunnykinz, how many times have we fallen? She sings to her rabbit as she skips along a dirt road. The rabbit has no answer, he is bracing for the next fall, the greatest of them all. I think I am beginning to like this place, with all the dark doom and misery. It …

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Glam

Do you ever remember the beginning, he asks her. I try not to. There are things in the dark, things that she dug up, with his help and they sang to them until the things come to life and they made friends with them and sang and danced and made merry in the fields of …

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