rosemaries

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Mary sighed deeply, rocking the young, squirming babe in her arms with tender care. ”Displaying children as objects of prize... Turning them against their peers... How was this thought out to be a decent idea?” She’d murmur to herself, tickling the baby’s chin.

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Having now learned how to read, a little girl would scan her gaze across the election notice. ”I would vote for Henrik if I could. But I’m twelve, so I can’t just yet.” Juliya would say somewhat obnoxiously to a passerby, cocking her head and grinning. ”And my opinion is highly respectable... So, follow my words! Vote for my brother and make a good decision.”

Mary’s solemn gaze travels over the paper perched on her lap, fingers flitting around the hemline of her dress in a nervous motion. “We spoke briefly,” the woman whispers to herself suddenly, skidding her heels into the splintered, wooden floor beneath her feet. Immediately, the rocking chair she is sitting upon stops swaying. ”I must admit that once I was envious of her poise and elegance. Alana carried herself with such dignity and confidence... I was not aware that her delicate demeanor beneath the surface was in fact, frail and brittle.” Mary emits a large sigh, hunching over. ”If I knew... Would I have been able to help her?”