Under the Old Bakery – Of Books and Secret Plans

“My aunt was talking noisily with my mother next to the main door. So when Holly looked at me climbing down the stairs, she put her backpack on the floor and rushed to meet me.

She walked, imitating a zombie, arms hanging and rolling her eyes. She then made me a gesture with her tongue, mimicking her mother, and I couldn’t help to giggle.


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