This tale is a response to Marisa – a Friend of a Friend I am a house. I used to be the best house in the neighbourhood. I had two bedrooms when the rest had one. I had electricity when the rest did not. I was surrounded by apple trees when the others only had … Continue reading I am a House
This happened to a friend of a friend of mine. The music was playing loud and clear. The windows to the garden were open. Marisa was not allowed to mingle with the other girls from the neighbourhood. Why? Who knows? Maybe her parents believed that they were more important than the other people living in … Continue reading Marisa – a Friend of a Friend
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