All the rest had been hand-me-downs from her sisters and they were literally falling apart mid-peddle. So, it had to be the Princess one with butterflies and streamers, purple and pink, glitter, and the basket. Boy, did she love it.
"There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away." (Jane Kenyon)
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