Rose hsu Jordan

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    And all true to me. t strong.

    S if I listened to er I en to oo easily to ot ing meaning, because ttom of ts, w belong.

    t ers and I all slept in t sister,  made one nostril sing like a bird at nigling Nose. Rut because soes out in tc my eyes so I  o see to do. During t to fall asleep. I clung to to leave this world for dreams.

    quot;Your sisters o see Old Mr. C; my moto my mot opened into dreams. quot;Are you ready to go see Old Mr. Coo?quot; And every night I would shake my head.

    quot;Old Mr. Cakes me to bad places,quot; I cried.

    Old Mr. Cook my sisters to sleep. t before. But Old Mr. Cried to , o squass o wakefulness.

    But eventually Old Mr. C tired and leave tc top and sloilt. And I  doors or windows.

    I remember one time I dreamt of falling ttime garden and Old Mr. Cing, quot;; I ran aomping on plants  copligil I came to a giant playground filled er ro could see me inside out, told Old Mr. Co pick one t irely different.

    quot;Stop op ; cried my motried to run a;See en to your mot; And I became paralyzed, too scared to move in any direction.

    t morning, I told my mot ;Dont pay attention to Old Mr. Co listen to me.quot;

    And I cried, quot;But Old Mr. Cens to you too.quot;

    More ty years later, my motill trying to make me listen. A monter I told  ted and I ting a divorce, I met  c ty-t Churc