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The BratTime is a restless child. I beg her to stand still just one moment moreThe Brat
but she runs and knocks the happiness from my hands.
In her wake she leaves a ripple of change, and everything is different. The memories of old are all
I have left; Memories of good times long gone.
Eventually things begin to settle
and a new happiness graces my life But I see that ageless child hiding just around the corner, hear her tell-tale giggle, and I know it cannot last.
I hold tight to my bliss, fearful but that mannerless brat strikes again. &


Cricket, It's Cold Outside 7The next time she woke up it was to the scent of warm pastry. Alice opened her eyes and looked around, forgetting where she was and why she was there for a moment. She sat up and the throw from the back of the sofa fell off her shoulders and a slight chill invaded her bubble of warmth. She pulled it back up around her just as Reginald walked out of what she imagined was the kitchen carrying a plate of warm scones. He smiled brightly when he saw her and she couldnt help but smile back.Cricket, It's Cold Outside 7
Youre awake! I made scones. Well, not really, but I heated them up. Would you like one?
She took


Cricket, It's Cold Outside 6Reginald was thrilled. Belle was a good storyteller, hed known it. With all those books shes read, she must know how to spin a good yarn, he had thought. And he was right.Cricket, It's Cold Outside 6
He had Ooohed and Ahhed along with Alice at first, but after awhile he noticed that the blonde beside him had gone silent. He looked over at her only to see that little Alice had fallen asleep still sitting up. He looked back at Belle who shrugged.
Shes had a long day. Let her sleep. Do you want me to continue?
He nodded and sat back again with his ar
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Bazzin'!
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Never knock on Death's door: ring the bell and run away! Death really hates that!
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