Tales of her teddy bear hamster.
Begin and end here.
She didn't spend much time weeping.
That was me.
I was the one with the bag on my head.
Sure it was paper but that still counts.
She spent endless hours regarding powder puffs.
I noticed that the world was existential. Especially Dad.
She wrote off all of us. She wrote as a spider.
Even Albert was jealous. That was the secret not The Secret.