I went into the room and there were rugs on the wall and rugs on the door and rugs on the floor
And the painted dolls on the shelves from smallest to biggest
And the slabs of rock were wet and cold and slippery against my hands
Hard and unyielding
And I went into the room and the rugs were on the floor and the books piled by the door and the wooden dolls on the shelves from biggest to small.
The red lollipops are all in a row, transparent when held up to the light. Lick one and see what happens.
The green lollipops are all in a row. Crush one and see what happens.
The strips of silk were delicate and smooth, fragile and tender in my hands.
And the painted dolls were gone.
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