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You know, I am getting tired of Christine's hair being dark, long, and curly. I don't get it. I had my hair dark, long, and curly. I like to tie it up a little, but it's a little short. It's interesting in the musical of Les Miserables has the stars's hair like that, but when she grows up it gets dark .. or wait, that's the book .. dunno.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Nite Again
I should go to bed, wanna wake up at 3. Oh noes, should be safe, a quiet nite for my head. I don't know what to think about. I can keep trying to calm down my mind.
Stream of Consciousness
Yes, I did poetry and drama in high school. They were clubs and Talented classes.
I did some things wrong, and it makes me feel bad, like dangerous. It may affect others, so that is sad how that turned out that way. There are other ways to live a good life. Like, I told my mom's age on my website but didn't tell anyone I knew.. I figured I didn't have to listen and that it was important. I never thought to show it off altogether before. I think that's when I took it down. It was hard to think when I moved to Orlando. Have that happen to you? My mom made it happen, too.
What else?
I forgot to mail my cousin in Indonesia for almost 20 years. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory came out, and I thought my life was an experiment. I was 19.
What else?? Um.. I said, "Oh, no," when my dad came home. I can't see how I would be punished so harshly rather than just say no, when I stopped. It was like a split joke and to be fun but maybe slipped. The music teacher's daughter got glasses, and it came out of me without planning.nor thinking, "I'd rather go blind than wear glasses."
I flunked college after my 1st year.
I bought stuff with store cards and my parents stopped sending in allowances for it.
I cursed about noises in my room and about my dad bothering me all the time.
I thought someone wanted me to call them the n word..
I posted my brother's pix online, which he did go online but without me. I wonder if he didn't like me with him in tennis and same martial arts.. I thought it was my right and could not think. I don't know why I thought these things were jokes.
I've thought of bad words when made mad, even to Gramma, who thought bad things to me I would think to say really in how she acted, tho she deserves to be treated well and isn't that guilty I guess. I just miss my Gramma. I should realize "everyone does it" I realized just now.
The list may go on to other things that are iffy.
I did some things wrong, and it makes me feel bad, like dangerous. It may affect others, so that is sad how that turned out that way. There are other ways to live a good life. Like, I told my mom's age on my website but didn't tell anyone I knew.. I figured I didn't have to listen and that it was important. I never thought to show it off altogether before. I think that's when I took it down. It was hard to think when I moved to Orlando. Have that happen to you? My mom made it happen, too.
What else?
I forgot to mail my cousin in Indonesia for almost 20 years. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory came out, and I thought my life was an experiment. I was 19.
What else?? Um.. I said, "Oh, no," when my dad came home. I can't see how I would be punished so harshly rather than just say no, when I stopped. It was like a split joke and to be fun but maybe slipped. The music teacher's daughter got glasses, and it came out of me without planning.nor thinking, "I'd rather go blind than wear glasses."
I flunked college after my 1st year.
I bought stuff with store cards and my parents stopped sending in allowances for it.
I cursed about noises in my room and about my dad bothering me all the time.
I thought someone wanted me to call them the n word..
I posted my brother's pix online, which he did go online but without me. I wonder if he didn't like me with him in tennis and same martial arts.. I thought it was my right and could not think. I don't know why I thought these things were jokes.
I've thought of bad words when made mad, even to Gramma, who thought bad things to me I would think to say really in how she acted, tho she deserves to be treated well and isn't that guilty I guess. I just miss my Gramma. I should realize "everyone does it" I realized just now.
The list may go on to other things that are iffy.
Crazy Stuff I Know
If you dance well, it will make your voice more attractive. I got my singing voice from gymnastics classes since age 1 3/4.
Auditions
I think it's important and exciting to get into who the next big Broadway singing star is. I am wondering if there will be a 30th Anniversary The Phantom of the Opera, as well. I'll be 30. They need to start rehearsing now. I couldn't find anything online. I might not make it if they start rehearsing now. They had a notice for auditions for the US tour, I think in NYC this month. I only just begun singing lessons.
My Present Talents
I can create an idea in art and was a good traer.
About other things, I am working on that. I want to make a CD, but I don't want to ruin it for someone else, like the way it bowls over.
About other things, I am working on that. I want to make a CD, but I don't want to ruin it for someone else, like the way it bowls over.
I can still do it.. "LIE!"
It's just not as good. I haven't picked up a paint brush, and I live in a mess. I can't afford a shelf, yet, neither.
The Wasted Years of My Young Adulthood
It's like a billboard. People sing when they're in their 30s and 40s. They even have roles in Broadway/West End..
I should have had more guidance, like okay you wanna be on film and also sing and do ballet. "I can help you." That's easy. I just get stuck alone with "no" going thru my mind as my dreams never come to any fruition, my old talents in art and such, as well. I am not a painter, but I know about feelings of art. Who doesn't?
I should have had more guidance, like okay you wanna be on film and also sing and do ballet. "I can help you." That's easy. I just get stuck alone with "no" going thru my mind as my dreams never come to any fruition, my old talents in art and such, as well. I am not a painter, but I know about feelings of art. Who doesn't?
Learning to Do Something Wrong
It can be true.
I was in choir. I sang while I played. I didn't practice every day. I had too much homework and I had different activities, which went on to include music school. It's good to take privately so it's not opera alone. I guess you can chose.
I was able to run around the house and altered my spotlight lamp lights. I would dance to Andrew Lloyd Webber's often Cats and The Phantom of the Opera. I could be developed into a nice Christine. I didn't go online and post it, and people used to comment. I didn't really save it for me in a recording. I would sing the high notes with great ease. I cannot sing that high note now with vibrato and not at all all the time for some reason recently. It might be my psych/diabetes/cholesterol meds. I have more talent in some ways and sorta forgot who I was. I might visit where I used to live, tho. I can sing in my old choir. My piano teacher is in it. I sure hope those people move on if they want. I thought after a long time in singing you try and make it big or record. They may have.
I was in choir. I sang while I played. I didn't practice every day. I had too much homework and I had different activities, which went on to include music school. It's good to take privately so it's not opera alone. I guess you can chose.
I was able to run around the house and altered my spotlight lamp lights. I would dance to Andrew Lloyd Webber's often Cats and The Phantom of the Opera. I could be developed into a nice Christine. I didn't go online and post it, and people used to comment. I didn't really save it for me in a recording. I would sing the high notes with great ease. I cannot sing that high note now with vibrato and not at all all the time for some reason recently. It might be my psych/diabetes/cholesterol meds. I have more talent in some ways and sorta forgot who I was. I might visit where I used to live, tho. I can sing in my old choir. My piano teacher is in it. I sure hope those people move on if they want. I thought after a long time in singing you try and make it big or record. They may have.
On Singing
My voice warbles and sometimes gets stifled. Otherwise, I can sing. My vibrato tends to lap up against itself after awhile it seems. The thing is yes I technically sang something but then again I didn't as in I was in ballet and not $50/lesson private voice even in high school but not even a lot of ballet. I also did piano, which I think was $8/hour from and elderly friend. My major was piano. I felt so talented and signed up for and was in a program that required voice. They got rid of me after a year in that. I was distracted and lost my youthful talent and strength. I sing loudly, now.
A Big Turn
A lot of things went from powerhouses to being angelic as the celestial goal. I feel I am still young and not over the hill, but I feel sorta joked about my age. It's the age to expect to do great things. You build up over the years supposedly in chorus roles. I dunno. Only a few people seem to make it big in singing on Broadway.
Aim for Over and Above
Don't be afraid to be different, too.
Much is expected, not just the norm.
There's good, and then there's "really good.."
Much is expected, not just the norm.
There's good, and then there's "really good.."
Baby Steps
My singing voice is not as great as after the lesson, bit it's getting more pleasant and on target. My special expressive techniques are still in the water hole. They sorta come to me like a surround aura. Sometimes, it doesn't come. With the accuracy came expression, the ability to sing high notes as the accuracy in this case.
Story
Emma was a hi sprung girl. She was dressed in a yellow dress and yellow and white striped stockings. She had merry green boots. Her hair was curly and yellowish. She leaped around and said, "Welcome, children!"
The children all looked at her. "Today, I will take you to the bank. We will camp there at night for a s..special ssurprise!"
They all followed. Emma was 13, and the kids were mostly around 6 or 7..
She took hand of one girl and said, "Now, tell me, does the water on the bank at night.. f..righten you??" She looked at her with her 2 glaring eyes.
The girl responded, "I don't know.."
"Well," it's time to find out!" said Emma. She leaped over and grabbed a bucket, swooshed it thru the water and handed it to her accordingly.
Next, she took them down the dock, where the boats were. She looked right and then left and then at the children.
"Now, my dears, this is where the boats come .. and t..ake us away!"
They walked on further. There was an elegant cafe of colored glass windows.
"Now, be merry! This is where someone said to have seen the likeness of a T monster who loves to drink the l..etter T!"
Suddenly came up a huge catfish.
"Well, let's move along!"
Night came. Emma gave them a serenade with lemonade as the trade!!
The children played London Bridges, and for them it seemed it was great fun while it lasted. The older kids stared at the water.
There were more people there. 1 came back over to them. She was only 11, and her friend was 12. She was bent in deep sorrow that seemed to linger into tomorrow. She cut thru and went to Emma, who immediately embraced the 11-year-old with curly dark red hair and her green eyes, which were streaming in teariness, "Oh!" she said. Emma knew exactly the matter was. Finally the boat came. The year was 1633. Everyone got on. The children, no doubt, were in surprise yet under the care of Miss Emma. They all were in the ship which was run by pirates.
"Alas!" said Emma. "I am a sparkling pirate meeself, argh!" She swabbed the deck with a forceful heart. They caught fish and cooked it in a hole in the boat and ate it all.
"Jack Farrow!" she called.
"Coming, my dear," he simply replied naturally.
"Let's show these kids what it's all about!!"
They broke into a jig, and Emma sang while Jack was bending his knees up and down like a frog. They were all over the place.
The night was long and so was the talk. Emma was the captain, now.
"LAND HO!" said a child.
They all got off and were welcomed by royalty and went into a castle that must have been as big as a city. They were happy to be there for themselves and cared for each other how they could. They learned of many things of the law of the land and the entertainment there. It was an excellent time these Hollanders could swear. Where were they? Why they had traveled to Wales! They told many tales. They soaked in the beauty of the earth.
The children all looked at her. "Today, I will take you to the bank. We will camp there at night for a s..special ssurprise!"
They all followed. Emma was 13, and the kids were mostly around 6 or 7..
She took hand of one girl and said, "Now, tell me, does the water on the bank at night.. f..righten you??" She looked at her with her 2 glaring eyes.
The girl responded, "I don't know.."
"Well," it's time to find out!" said Emma. She leaped over and grabbed a bucket, swooshed it thru the water and handed it to her accordingly.
Next, she took them down the dock, where the boats were. She looked right and then left and then at the children.
"Now, my dears, this is where the boats come .. and t..ake us away!"
They walked on further. There was an elegant cafe of colored glass windows.
"Now, be merry! This is where someone said to have seen the likeness of a T monster who loves to drink the l..etter T!"
Suddenly came up a huge catfish.
"Well, let's move along!"
Night came. Emma gave them a serenade with lemonade as the trade!!
The children played London Bridges, and for them it seemed it was great fun while it lasted. The older kids stared at the water.
There were more people there. 1 came back over to them. She was only 11, and her friend was 12. She was bent in deep sorrow that seemed to linger into tomorrow. She cut thru and went to Emma, who immediately embraced the 11-year-old with curly dark red hair and her green eyes, which were streaming in teariness, "Oh!" she said. Emma knew exactly the matter was. Finally the boat came. The year was 1633. Everyone got on. The children, no doubt, were in surprise yet under the care of Miss Emma. They all were in the ship which was run by pirates.
"Alas!" said Emma. "I am a sparkling pirate meeself, argh!" She swabbed the deck with a forceful heart. They caught fish and cooked it in a hole in the boat and ate it all.
"Jack Farrow!" she called.
"Coming, my dear," he simply replied naturally.
"Let's show these kids what it's all about!!"
They broke into a jig, and Emma sang while Jack was bending his knees up and down like a frog. They were all over the place.
The night was long and so was the talk. Emma was the captain, now.
"LAND HO!" said a child.
They all got off and were welcomed by royalty and went into a castle that must have been as big as a city. They were happy to be there for themselves and cared for each other how they could. They learned of many things of the law of the land and the entertainment there. It was an excellent time these Hollanders could swear. Where were they? Why they had traveled to Wales! They told many tales. They soaked in the beauty of the earth.
~ * Messeege * ~
1 more story, this'll finish the job! http://t.co/UpCfHmhNqQ *random tomato flies past*
— Christina Barrett (@ChrisBarrett26) December 3, 2014
Story
There was a land of witches and little girls.
Emma was a lady with children. They were out on a bank near home, and she told the children marvelous stories and described mighty animals. They were camped out alone. Emma leaned forward and started to sing for them. Finally, bed time. They were to sleep outside and form a barrier to keep anything away.. The next day was a sojourn.
Night cleared, morning followed. The 2nd day.
1 little girl cried. Emma said, "Don't cry, dear.." She wrapped her arm around said little girl and massaged her with one hand and then spoke orders. It's time to go.
They went along and studied plants in the area and retained important information that was important to them. Very. They tasted every sap and berry.
2 girls got scared of a venus fly trap that was pretty big.
"Oh my!" said Emma. She pulled them away. "Kay. Now it's time to head back."
They all headed back and reported their experiences and sat down for dinner.
Now, these people never age and never die!
When they were done, they ran upstairs to catch a new movie on the "telly."
It was a horror show, Emma's fav. She was in charge. The kids funnily stared in stupor, but Emma was horrified at the ghosts. It gave her a rush she should not have.
Then, she sent them off to bed one by one! And two by two.
She sang "Hushabye.. please don't cry.." The girls giggled, they weren't going to cry. Emma almost did in the magic of the moment.
Emma went off to bed. "I emma tired."
They woke up the next morning, and they all headed off to school. Emma went to college there, and the teacher taught them all and others in 1 room. They each had different assignments to report. They were still learning to read, even Emma. Emma was at at the stage to really chose a major.
They went back home for the week. The littler ones stayed inside, and the older ones helped out with the gardening and if good helping in the magical farm
Emma came around and said, "Wow this is really neat for a teen like me!" She was 15.
At the end of the day, all the people gathered around expecting a nice dinner. Emma was like, "Wow, we slaved the day!" A few people laughed, not a lot, but a few.
1 of the girls said, "I wanna be just like Emma!"
"A ho ho!" she said in reply. Her mood was quite jolly and she knew how to be on the ball before she went out into the world. The girls were in a different mode.
They all retired for the evening to dream away, some working on special things they were interested in about feelings or the world in other ways..
Emma was a lady with children. They were out on a bank near home, and she told the children marvelous stories and described mighty animals. They were camped out alone. Emma leaned forward and started to sing for them. Finally, bed time. They were to sleep outside and form a barrier to keep anything away.. The next day was a sojourn.
Night cleared, morning followed. The 2nd day.
1 little girl cried. Emma said, "Don't cry, dear.." She wrapped her arm around said little girl and massaged her with one hand and then spoke orders. It's time to go.
They went along and studied plants in the area and retained important information that was important to them. Very. They tasted every sap and berry.
2 girls got scared of a venus fly trap that was pretty big.
"Oh my!" said Emma. She pulled them away. "Kay. Now it's time to head back."
They all headed back and reported their experiences and sat down for dinner.
Now, these people never age and never die!
When they were done, they ran upstairs to catch a new movie on the "telly."
It was a horror show, Emma's fav. She was in charge. The kids funnily stared in stupor, but Emma was horrified at the ghosts. It gave her a rush she should not have.
Then, she sent them off to bed one by one! And two by two.
She sang "Hushabye.. please don't cry.." The girls giggled, they weren't going to cry. Emma almost did in the magic of the moment.
Emma went off to bed. "I emma tired."
They woke up the next morning, and they all headed off to school. Emma went to college there, and the teacher taught them all and others in 1 room. They each had different assignments to report. They were still learning to read, even Emma. Emma was at at the stage to really chose a major.
They went back home for the week. The littler ones stayed inside, and the older ones helped out with the gardening and if good helping in the magical farm
Emma came around and said, "Wow this is really neat for a teen like me!" She was 15.
At the end of the day, all the people gathered around expecting a nice dinner. Emma was like, "Wow, we slaved the day!" A few people laughed, not a lot, but a few.
1 of the girls said, "I wanna be just like Emma!"
"A ho ho!" she said in reply. Her mood was quite jolly and she knew how to be on the ball before she went out into the world. The girls were in a different mode.
They all retired for the evening to dream away, some working on special things they were interested in about feelings or the world in other ways..
* ~ el Invitation ~ *
Please take a look at/read my ingenius story! if you can keep track of things.. I can keep track of this.. http://t.co/153yM48mQQ Thanks!
— Christina Barrett (@ChrisBarrett26) December 3, 2014
Story
There was a lady named Sarah who lived with a bunch of other ladies much like how she was. She had a daughter named Sofi. Sarah was an angel with sparkling hair of gold, and she had many people on this earth who loved her very much.. Sofi had white hair in braids and soft bangs. Also living there was a girl who sailed with pirates. The ladies were mostly witches in this house and all friends. The men of the house would come, too. They had adventurous times in the world. They dealt with how people perceived the intelligence of existence, debated between the Bible and the Book of Spells, which worked. They just didn't understand how.
The girl who sailed with pirates, Kris, heaved a sigh and plopped down on the bank next to some younger girls. She was wearing white with pink lace and her red hair hung down her back not far below her bonnet. Kris was 15. The other girls she was with were younger.
Sarah rounded up the girls on the bank, and they all fell forward.
"We are all taking a caravan to a mighty land! It is filled with adventure and danger!"
"Wow, filled with it!" said one lazy little girl who took to Sarah. Sarah nodded.
"Now, come along dears, mustn't we all worry about anything."
They all went and more people, too. It was a grand caravan. At night, they guarded their sleeping with a ring of fire laid out with products from home.
"Mummy!" said Sofi, "There's a wolf!"
The ladies around calmed the children down.
Finally to the land of adventure. They all stayed carefully in the caravan. Finally they went out. They had to walk around the trees. The light shone in.
The kids ran thru the trees. They crossed perilous waters. They brought back with them special berries and some other fruits. They had to run from pestering peccaries.
When they got back they all settled in and went back to life as normal.
Finally, one day, Sarah said, "Children, we are all going on a ship that will dock to see 'marvelous lands' newly discovered."
Kris, who was 13, was all packed and helped the younger children. They all sat dreamily on the bank by the dock. It was dark. Some people got friendly. Kris felt the wind blow thru her hair. A gusty lil breeze. She sat alone with herself. Some of the children even cuddled. Some ran around happily playing games. There were no toddlers or anything. Kris got up and looked into the water. Sarah took Kris's hand and beckoned her at away. Some of the children were scared of the water and huddled with Sarah. She explained that they would easily fall in.
"Let's go over there," said Sofi. There was a railing to walk along the sea elsewhere.
They played nursery rhymes Kris taught them. They all got tired and fell asleep, but not Kris. She did yawn and was a loner. The ladies all spotted out their ship, which was called Titanic. They all got on. The children went up the ship the 1st time and felt like they were flying at the rails.
"Now, now, children," Sarah said. "That's dangerous. Come along, then. Sofi, you, too." Kris helped round them away.
It was a luxurious boat with green shiny paint all over it.
Finally, they arrived at their destination, a place with lots of muffiny things. People had shimmering material on. They ran about with animals and had their fill of dairy products. They were jolly and elfish.
Sofi burred herself and tried to catch up to the other children. Kris wanted to leave so snuck out. Sarah saw her and said, "So, this is the end for you? Come here and let me hug you, you lonely dear lil girl." She cold tell what was on Kris's mind. They cuddled together, while Kris weeped..
A new girl came and said, "Ello, I'm Emma." She courtseyed. "Imma bring you some comforts. Come inside, it's very comfortable here, as well. I know you come from a more stringent land! Come, eat .. and be full! We will all be treated and jolly."
"I'd rather not," replied the girl, whom Sarah held.
"Okay, then," said Emma-
"Let's go!" said Sarah.
Emma took them to the house and they sipped tea and dunked little sponges into. Emma started to sing and talked to them that way. She seemed almost magical. She had like yellowy tan hair that seemed to glow as much as her sparkling yellow eyes. She glared at them in pride by the end and took a deep bow.
Sarah pat Kris, and the 2 went.
Emma followed in their stead.
Emma went on to milk the cows and put the animals away for night. She fed Kris some milk and took some herself. They were the healthy bunch, and things were going quite upbeat and fine.
Sofi spoke to her friends, "You know, there is nothing to do here. Let us be enlightened and go elsewhere. Something more interesting than lying down in this cozy shed-" The girls frolicked off. They walked through the woods and had a midsummer night's dream. They climbed trees and such. They went back in and some of them studied some interesting books that were there.
They all left the next morning on a new boat. They were out at sea a long time and arrived at a huge city with like castles and buildings, some with things for them.. They ended up settling there. They had a cozy home and lived a fun life for the time.
The girls all were together. The adults got into high positions and led grand lives.
The girl who sailed with pirates, Kris, heaved a sigh and plopped down on the bank next to some younger girls. She was wearing white with pink lace and her red hair hung down her back not far below her bonnet. Kris was 15. The other girls she was with were younger.
Sarah rounded up the girls on the bank, and they all fell forward.
"We are all taking a caravan to a mighty land! It is filled with adventure and danger!"
"Wow, filled with it!" said one lazy little girl who took to Sarah. Sarah nodded.
"Now, come along dears, mustn't we all worry about anything."
They all went and more people, too. It was a grand caravan. At night, they guarded their sleeping with a ring of fire laid out with products from home.
"Mummy!" said Sofi, "There's a wolf!"
The ladies around calmed the children down.
Finally to the land of adventure. They all stayed carefully in the caravan. Finally they went out. They had to walk around the trees. The light shone in.
The kids ran thru the trees. They crossed perilous waters. They brought back with them special berries and some other fruits. They had to run from pestering peccaries.
When they got back they all settled in and went back to life as normal.
Finally, one day, Sarah said, "Children, we are all going on a ship that will dock to see 'marvelous lands' newly discovered."
Kris, who was 13, was all packed and helped the younger children. They all sat dreamily on the bank by the dock. It was dark. Some people got friendly. Kris felt the wind blow thru her hair. A gusty lil breeze. She sat alone with herself. Some of the children even cuddled. Some ran around happily playing games. There were no toddlers or anything. Kris got up and looked into the water. Sarah took Kris's hand and beckoned her at away. Some of the children were scared of the water and huddled with Sarah. She explained that they would easily fall in.
"Let's go over there," said Sofi. There was a railing to walk along the sea elsewhere.
They played nursery rhymes Kris taught them. They all got tired and fell asleep, but not Kris. She did yawn and was a loner. The ladies all spotted out their ship, which was called Titanic. They all got on. The children went up the ship the 1st time and felt like they were flying at the rails.
"Now, now, children," Sarah said. "That's dangerous. Come along, then. Sofi, you, too." Kris helped round them away.
It was a luxurious boat with green shiny paint all over it.
Finally, they arrived at their destination, a place with lots of muffiny things. People had shimmering material on. They ran about with animals and had their fill of dairy products. They were jolly and elfish.
Sofi burred herself and tried to catch up to the other children. Kris wanted to leave so snuck out. Sarah saw her and said, "So, this is the end for you? Come here and let me hug you, you lonely dear lil girl." She cold tell what was on Kris's mind. They cuddled together, while Kris weeped..
A new girl came and said, "Ello, I'm Emma." She courtseyed. "Imma bring you some comforts. Come inside, it's very comfortable here, as well. I know you come from a more stringent land! Come, eat .. and be full! We will all be treated and jolly."
"I'd rather not," replied the girl, whom Sarah held.
"Okay, then," said Emma-
"Let's go!" said Sarah.
Emma took them to the house and they sipped tea and dunked little sponges into. Emma started to sing and talked to them that way. She seemed almost magical. She had like yellowy tan hair that seemed to glow as much as her sparkling yellow eyes. She glared at them in pride by the end and took a deep bow.
Sarah pat Kris, and the 2 went.
Emma followed in their stead.
Emma went on to milk the cows and put the animals away for night. She fed Kris some milk and took some herself. They were the healthy bunch, and things were going quite upbeat and fine.
Sofi spoke to her friends, "You know, there is nothing to do here. Let us be enlightened and go elsewhere. Something more interesting than lying down in this cozy shed-" The girls frolicked off. They walked through the woods and had a midsummer night's dream. They climbed trees and such. They went back in and some of them studied some interesting books that were there.
They all left the next morning on a new boat. They were out at sea a long time and arrived at a huge city with like castles and buildings, some with things for them.. They ended up settling there. They had a cozy home and lived a fun life for the time.
The girls all were together. The adults got into high positions and led grand lives.
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