My Mother’s House
Francesca Momplaisir
"The house screamed, “Fire!” from every orifice."
"The house screamed, “Fire!” from every orifice."
"When thirst troubled Kipp, finding water to drink required little effort."
"Here is what the sea smells like."
"She spent several hours preparing for her meeting with Harlequin and left the house in good time, in order to make her first gala promenade through the streets of Moscow without hurrying and give the city a chance to admire its new inhabitant."
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