Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. ” Lucy gestured to the Treehouse, which had been roofed and framed. Her stomach growled, and she clutched at it in reaction, haphazardly observing that the gown had been changed to silk. I still have a cross stitch she made for me of a little fairy sitting on a daffodil.
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