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Manuela and I together form the greatest pal club. Soon she will be moving down to her basement, where everything is green and orange and old and I like it. I like how we listened to Iron and Wine, and watched Anne of Green Gables, on VHS. Gilbert Blythe is a fine young man, and my heart it sleeps in Avonlea. Manuela made comets and stars out of cheap clay and we both painted them with special home-made paint. I accidently destroyed a comet though. In the dark they glow and resemble magical dandelions, and soon they will adorn the sky that sleeps above her head.