It's all about quantity and not quality in November. Revision is all December...and January...and February...
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My bed was against the right wall, in the middle, its white metal frame bent and twisted into strange curlicues. Above it was a huge framed poster of the movie Ever After, my favorite. Next to the bed was a small nightstand with a white lamp, and on the other side of the bed was a small bookshelf, filled with different kinds of books. On the opposite wall, though, was my desk. I would spend so many hours sitting in front of it, doing homework and school assignments. On top of it, sat a porcelain doll that I got for my fifth birthday.
Her name was Danessa, it said so on the card she came along with. I lost it shortly after taking her out of the box. I never tried to brush her long, curly black hair; my mom warned me against it, and I was so dreadfully afraid of ruining her. I did, however, change her dress many times and would always beg Mom to buy me new sets of clothing for her. I spent years playing with her, always so careful not to let anyone else touch her lest they drop her on her head.
I had long stopped playing with her, but she always stayed where I could see her, after all, she was the highlight of my childhood. I reached up to bring her down and look at her more closely. Even from above, I could see the exquisite details that I had before missed. I stood up high on my tiptoes, reaching blindly for her, brushing against her dress with my fingertips.
I did bring her down, although I wasn’t able to have her in my hands. Down, down, down, plummeting down, until she crashed against the desk and shattered into a million pieces and lay still. The beautiful white porcelain was strewn all over the desk, all over the floor, along with all my childhood memories."
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