Thursday, November 6, 2014

The Dance

If she decided to buy the green dress, Mary Beth would certainly be the fanciest girl at the dance. Unfortunately in her heart, she knew that pink was her color. It matched her eyes, her soul and her windswept hair felt like silk to his touch, which was the way the oracle told him it would be. He then looked out. The air was colorful. The leaves paled in comparison. The only thing Henry said was, "This time I will take that walk. Why shouldn't I?" She replied, "Hello small frog. You belong in your original home. That's nature." And that is what she believed in.
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