arted rusoo do anyt moment as s go, I started to scream, seeing till screaming after top it, for C poor little girl and ;

    t of t of stores, srembled. Scig . And once ake  out of  ter, I started to slip ao look at t I kne t instant  s protected me better.

    As soon as  o put tables a quite rigc so t door to a he sofa.

    quot; are you doing?quot; I asked.

    S quot;t being balanced,quot; and I t s  . And tarted to move tables, a Chinese scroll of goldfish.

    quot;s going on ; asked my father when he came home from work.

    quot;S look better,quot; I said.

    And t day,  some terrible danger lay ahead.

    quot;; I asked rue answer.

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    And tarted pointing to tment. quot;See  rangled. And tcoilet room, so all your ;

    quot;But  mean? s going to s not balanced?quot; I asked my mother.

    My fat to me later. quot;Your mot practicing ing instincts,quot; ;All mot it. Youll see w;

    I wondered whing more?

    And ter, I found out t my fat all along. I came o my bedroom, and sa. My mot against a  danger omaco have a baby.

    quot;See,quot; said my fat t;Nesting instincts. . And ;  see er sao bump into to table edges as if s omacained a baby, as if srouble instead. S speak of talked about a  t of balance, not in  t baby, t it uck someomachis crib in my room.

    it ttime life of my imagination cead of street sounds, I began to