You used to read me stories when I was young. I would sit on your lap and snuggle against you, all warm and cuddly, you smelled like peaches and dough. We always loved your peach pies, they were better than anything we’d ever eaten, and you somehow made it look so easy.
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Mirya the Sad Child
There once was a girl named Mirya. Mirya was a very sad little girl. She had long black hair that she always wore down, and sorrowful looking gray eyes.