If I were to take you to those candy gardens, one side to be eaten, the other saved for latter, how could I know if you really wanted pretzels or lemons,or to live on the mountain in a cassonade palace

And what if after arriving your grandmother were waiting at the top with a toothbrush or you were barefooted and cold all the time — not just at night when you try to get some sleep and dream of going where you want, even if it was made of sugar and would rot your teeth.

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