She turned her painted blue eyes toward the assistant and said something in French before she left.
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He was wearing a little bag of Mojo around his neck. (from Carolina Rain, by Nancy B. Brewer)
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The curtains were not yet drawn and with the moonlight spreading across the room, I could see clearly. I undressed and slipped a soft cotton gown over my naked body. I pulled the blanket off the foot of my bed, covered my shoulders and wa.. Lked out on the balcony. The cool night air blowing through my hair served as a reminder that only a hint of summer remained in this year of 1860.
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The golden goose has died, my prince turned into a frog, the Kingdom is lost, everyone has turned into stone and I am locked in the tower - a play on words from, Beyond Sandy Ridge
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