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Dec 2012
She was light and frolicsome, always dancing on tip-toes.
Everyone tried to ground her and spoon-feed reality into the pit of her stomach,
but her head was in the clouds, and she dare not come down.
Harlow
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Harlow
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   --- and Peter Wiggin
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