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More of Claudine's imaginative life
Sasha Blaze
I have fifteen minutes before my next meeting, so . . . here's part of the chaos at my house over the weekend:

CLAUDINE: I am Zinayda, the Maid of the Steppe.

CLAUDINE: I can outride, outshoot, and outargue any man from Moscow to the Bering Straits.

CLAUDINE: This is my brave and faithful steed, Atil. He looks like a plastic toy horse here because he's a really, really, REALLY long way away. In art, that's called perspective.

CLAUDINE: Anyway. My father says that I should be more ladylike, or no man from the tribe will marry me.

CLAUDINE: But I say I will never marry any man unless he is my true love. So there.

CLAUDINE: My father wants me to break bread with the prince of Upper Mongolia. I plan to test this man's mettle. (I spelled that right, too. Only people who can't read think it's "metal.") We shall see whether the prince deserves to be my husband.

(a pause)

CLAUDINE: pssst, Flynn! What are you doing?? This is your big entrance!

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tubbysnuggles/sher - pleeeeeeeeze friend me!! *beg* I wanted to comment on your adorable Fred pix yesterday but wasn't allowed :(
I'm very nice, LOL

why sure!! i didn't know!! i friended you... thank you honey!!

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