The way Little Miss Perfect tells it, you'd think I was head of a gang of street thugs when I was a kid. We weren't thugs, we were twelve. All we wanted was some prize money, or at least a bit of ... [+]
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When they first moved in, the forest was big and lush behind the apartment building. It was the entire view through the kitchen window, standing at the sink washing dishes. Birds were often in the branches, and squirrels, and near the edge of it a stray cat often came and stalked things they could not see from the window. But if they looked just so, through the tangled branches of many trees and bushes and perhaps some sort of vine, they could see the cars passing on the street beyond the wood. And in this way she noted that the forest, as large as it appeared, was only a narrow strip.***Do yo