Dusty Dreams
Her handmade stuffed animal collection was now collecting dust.
Actually, everything on the far side of her desk was now collecting dust. Her sewing scissors, her sewing kit, her box of colored pencils….
All of which had been untouched for about three of those five years now.
Not that she really minded.
She brushed a hand across her desk, creating one straight line of cleanness. She frowned.
Maybe it was time she got rid of this junk. After all,
It wasn't like her dream would be coming true anytime soon.
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I swear this story gets happier. Eventually...
A thanks to Amulet Misty-senpai. Every time she reviews I'lm like "Senpai noticed me!"
BTWs my birthday is Sunday.
Yup, I'm turning the big 18 years old! If this was the 70's, I would be able to drink legally.