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The Amazing Soul of Alice Tipton (THREE)ThreeThe Amazing Soul of Alice Tipton (THREE) by Pinkie-Perfect
I wake up to a freezing Friday, the last day of January. It's so cold that for as many minutes as possible, I ignore my alarm and stay burrowed in the warmth of cotton and the smell of fabric softener. Eventually, however, I can no longer stand to hear about the running rabbit or the farmer with his gun and so I stretch one arm out lazily and flick the 'off' button. There is a strategy that is well known amongst reluctant school children everywhere for how to get out of bed on mornings like this one; it involves throwing yourself out as fast as possible before your body or brain has time to register it is no longer tucked up safe and snug. I employ this method and stand shuddering next to the bed. Something is odd why am I wearing a cardigan? I pick at it in confusion.
Eli! The memory of last night's conversation returns to me in a joyful rush. But where is he now? He had promised me he would be here in the morning and he is clearly not. The familiar 'angry-bees-i
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