I live in Miss. Bianca's little porcelain pagoda, peeking out every couple days, and wondering if the real world is as interesting as the stories I hear. Sometimes I think I am sick of eating cream cheese, but then I sit on the fountain, see the colours, feel my silk pillows.. I realize that a life of adventure and turrets and treacle and salt mines and rivers isn't for rme.
I'm so secluded and I don't even know it.
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