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He sat down on the bed, tired. He'd walked in on his daughters, painting their thoughts on to their faces. Heavy drops of mascara hung on their eye lashes, creating shadows and soldiers right in front of their eyes. Heavy blush made them embarassed of lovers' whispers which they had yet to hear.
As he undid his shoes, a noise like a dropped glass came across from behind the wall and he realized that through out his 43 years of life, nothing had sewed his heart and given him as much pleasure as the sound of his children laughing behind a wall.
As he undid his shoes, a noise like a dropped glass came across from behind the wall and he realized that through out his 43 years of life, nothing had sewed his heart and given him as much pleasure as the sound of his children laughing behind a wall.