Discussion of glue sticks. These days, it runs smoothly around the death ...
(...)
- Mom, do you think Thomas knows that z'ai five years? Frederick asked, looking at his brother's urn on the desktop.
Shoulder shrug.
- You think he hears us when it's my birthday?
- Surely he can not hear us, he has no ears!
- How it ?
- Frederick But ... we have burned his body ! I remind him.
- And her head, she ? he asked, surprised that it has been thought to separate the two.
- His head, too. All that remains of him is his soul and if we feel or we can "hear" it with his soul .
Silence.
Frederick snuggles against me: " Anyway, I saw ze, donkey, when z'ai been to the zoo. "
(Owl, I (re) moved to Granby!)
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