Sell me, open your carriage and explode berries. Seven servings a day and all that water. While you write this line drink a glass of water. Under the bridge the troll lives. The goats walk. Inside me you are the size of a kumquat. The books say different things. The books talk. I talk to you, your tiny ears not even ears yet. I drink another glass. You wobble around. You turn somersaults, make anagrams with your body. You drink some of the water each time. Everything is because of you now. I like it. I don't like it. I can never be alone. Jessy Randall
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