Faded Houses Green

The entrance to the end of the road was not as well-marked as Kitty wanted, but Kitty was an ingenious ingenue, so she took the baton and battened down the hatches–no room for a miserly delay.

Back on dry land, the lubbers of laundry–Bath’s older sibling–gave rise to the complex soil and the growth thereof. Riddled with riddles, Kitty fulfilled the utmost ambition of her next door neighbor whom she had forgotten these last ninety-seven years or thereabouts. Brooding would do not good, but she brooded anyway. Delighted, I’m sure. Constance told Kitty there were only three more where that came from so make sure the sun rises in the east before trying to divine the nature of a perfect piece–a separate piece.

Kitty groomed the cat once more to the cat’s chagrin, and she slipped her way out of town for the verdant journey to the end of the road–the bitter road.

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