one small girl

sweet as a eucalyptus, terrible as a tempest

II.

The house.

The word house does not aptly describe the spacious, two-storey structure that BD just stepped into. For one, the walls, doors, roof, shingles, chimney...er, why don't we just say it was made entirely of ten-inch thick fiberglass. Every inch, save for the automated sliding doors, was texturized, so that from afar, the glass house looks like an ice castle.

When you step inside, however, the house feels nowhere near icy. it had the warmth of a rural home, like a Tagaytay resthouse, or a winter cabin.

"All right, what happened here?!" BD wondered aloud.

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