Brooklyn Chronicles: Ch 9

“Oh honey

you need a stool

They shouldn’t be making you stand

this long. Mhm, get you a stool”

A voice with

a curved back

that seemed to reach from her tiny shoes

and almost back to the floor again

said grinning

A red cloak and old, powdered brown face

Adorable, right?

“Yo, she just stole from the store”




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