them.
By spring, she asked for pancakes.
By summer, she ate the muffin the same day I bought it.
In October, she drew another house.
This one had a purple door, a crooked sun, and two people standing out front. One tall. One small. The small one had hair sticking up like wet grass.
I looked at the paper for a long time.
“No bars?” I asked.
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