Once upon a time, a girl and her mother became almost obsessed with paper dolls, and these are their attempts at taking those stories, and making sense out of them....
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
2398 Brien had been restless, unable to concentrate on work. He had left work early and driven around for a while . Before long he parked the car and started walking with no destination in mind. He was unfamiliar with this part of town. Dionne and Brian were running the McGuire Dance Studio now that Patsy and Tristan had died. Six years had passed and they had worked hard and long restructure the business to fit them. Dionne had gone back to dance school graduating in the top of her class. Brien was proud of her and their son Brian. It seemed that he had finally settled down and gotten control of his life. Brien only hoped that his son had or soon would find a woman to trust his heart and life with.
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