I feel like a princess trapped in a castle…on the third-floor of an apartment building castle, that is. Trapped by my own fear of venturing into the sweltering heat that awaits me downstairs. Trapped by my lack of energy and desire to make the effort it requires to actually get myself and Evelyne down the stairs and in the car and off somewhere fun else. Maybe my hair will grow and I can let it down over the balcony and Ev can shimmy down. That would just be so much easier.
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