not shattered, just fractured. A fissure through which the light of another room shines. A scratching sound, bugs with hard shells. The friendship of the tall, kind, furry one is a comfort and joy until Daddy yells, knocking the teacup, saucer and dish away. Harvey retreats and she is left watching... Sign in to see full entry.
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