Either I'm Fading, or there's a full blown ghost in my bathroom...
...Curious wakes up crying with nightmares lately... Hay wakes in the middle of the night to find her hair braided...
My Great Father and Mentor picked pieces of me off the Autumn Laden streets of Manhattan at the turn of the Millenium, and with unconditional love, he sewed and stitched endlessly till I reached a dynamic relative measure of perfection. I am now a Porcelain Doll named Lockheed HayHeeHoo Macedon with potent insight on macroeconomics.
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