3. LightShe somewhere fell apart and out of necessity plastered herself together with shadows and tears because there was not really much of a choice at the time3. Light
he was made up of smiles of Sunday-afternoons and hot chocolate milk with
treacle-waffles and when he saw her he shook his head and spilled chocolate over the edge
he pulled the shadows away one by one and sewed some sun-rays in their place adding sugar to the silver tears and carefully smearing it into a smooth glazing
he took out her broken heart and
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Adventures in Cupcaking
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