Eucalyptus. The walk home takes you beneath fragrant leaves, swaying in fall afternoonlight.
Your friend lives in one of these houses. Sometimes you walk together, and sometimes she invites you in, for sodas and fingerpaints.
Once upon a time there was a family with kittens in a box. You loved one, and took her home. Your mother understood.
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