one small girl

sweet as a eucalyptus, terrible as a tempest

IV.

21 June 2004

"Incredibly organized?" bargained BD as he climbed the transparent stairs but Aimee Rae's attention was solely on the nasty smudges to bother answering. Looking up, BD saw Gongli, still playing the piano, and Haze, still fahaha-hahaha-hahahaing with gusto. Hmm, this place doesn't give anyone much privacy, does it? he thought.

The house was literally made entirely of glass and therefore as see-through as air, especially with Aimee Rae crusading in the house. The transparency bothered no one, apparently; in fact, this was the first time that somebody noticed.

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