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            Words somehow remind little keys. But as the keys they do not always fit to all the locks. And so a certain word should be picked out carefully, elaborately and providently. The rightest kindest word could open the door like the key what might be made from gold. And a wrong bad word would never let out of your gloomy prison…

                          ❝  ——  There’s always a room for fearfection,
                           as I say, at least here we always have lots of free space.
           I might even let myself assume we shall beat the record of the previous year. But how about your own plans? ❞

                   Her own plans? She had to return to her abode and that had been a decision she procrastinated too much, but she felt like if she was reaching a deadline. Monet had business in her own world that she should take care of. It would indeed sadden her to leave such wonderful Kingdom, especially because she had grown fond of it in the time she spent there, but her real life seemed to be calling at her door and she couldn’t ignore it any longer.

— ❝ They’ve worked really hard during the whole year, so I it is a fair thing to assume.❞ 

                         She smiled, trying to tame the wild green locks of her hair whilst she eyed the inhabitants.

— ❝ I should return home after this night.❞ 

                   It was almost a whisper, quiet words that in her opinion she felt like saying too soon, but she had been there enough time. Enough to miss that place.