My coat is rebuilding. Which is good. I need it right now. Shiny hasn't been seen for days and curly disappears for hours on end, and then only to pop in for a quick nap. Worse yet, it appears some hobos haven taken up the common room like its some S&P boxcar.
I just cannot shake the feeling that they're slipping away. Reeks of betrayal, it does. A good swan friend of mine -- a trumpeter, she always crowed loud -- helped me realize the contentious nature of the mother/daughter relationship (and clearly misunderstandings are only magnified inter-specially) but my whole understanding of stable domestic structure is upheaved. God truly is dead.Although, curly is still definately in and out. And I'm pretty sure shiny's coming back soon. In fact, I expect her anyday now.
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