…” Wouldn’t You Like To Go For A Walk This Evening?…”

“As the three stepped out of the door, they all breathed in deeply and sighed. As I said, the grandmother thought that the evening was filled with Pixie-Dust. And Pearl thought that the stars were dissolving playfully into the shape of millions of sparkles that you could only see every now and then in the form of a veil made of misty air”…

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