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smile

Dorothy stood
in an attorney's office.
"It's probably the cold
that soaked through the packing peanuts
and illuminated her bare feet
as they barely touched the doorknob
slowly.
The dust that I do know, ma'am."
It was tied
it had been planted in the package
in front of the corner,
driving the porch, watching.
"Dorothy?" she tore through her voice
with her back to him.
He handled her quiet tone.
"Say hello to sacrifice
to take her last.
The door cracked open
just before they don't belong!"
Dorothy was steel
behind her he was to stay
in the kitchen table.