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In Her Nest Reading

Where is Selma? I asked her mother. You won’t believe me. I might. Reading in her nest. I thought her mom meant her bed. But her bed was empty. Her mom led me to the den. Selma was sprawled out, reading her I-pad. Her body was lounging on top of pillows shaped like eggs They were reposing on an overstuffed nest. I thought I was spoiled! I said. Selma laughed.

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Date: 2/8/2023 4:58:00 AM
This is such a cute story, and probably true.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/8/2023 11:54:00 PM
There is a photo of it!

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