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Daisy is a strange girl.

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Inspired by the song Fleur-"Yes it is".
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The idea of a long-standing and apparently too ukurennaya
to
This is performed by someone other than me.
Also, most likely, just me.

-In fact it's not, "other people's words ring in my Daisy,
escaping the lips in a hoarse whisper. -No. No.
Strangers, too the right words.
She just laughs. Quietly, almost with a hissing sound.
-De-èjzi. Look at me, Daisy.
-No, no, no. You're gone. Go away. Not now.
-Look, look here. You don't think that you can
to get rid of me? It will help you? -and adds a light
pity, tired but full of limitless patience tone
as if explaining to a child-He does not see me, Daisy.
Like Daisy doesn't know himself. Here no one sees it. No one
on the
It does not know. There is no one to talk to Daisy, that do not.
Convince him that
It's all bollocks, the fruit of sick imagination. Account for
yourself.
But Daisy is unable to cope.
-He is sleeping. See also, Daisy. So peaceful. So tightly.
Not coping. No strength anymore to look. No power žmurit′
eyes. And Daisy looks.
Kikë beautiful. Even when sleeping. Especially when asleep.
His
breathing room-quiet and smooth, slow heartbeat. Near
the warm and calm. But she ... It spoils.
-See-see. Look, as I can.
She gently strokes a Kikë on the cheek, removes hair from his
face.
No. Just not this, not that again.
Holds your fingers on your neck, Palm on his chest. Slowly,
almost

Daisy misses the time when her fingers lose their physicality.
Palm goes through the skin, penetrating the inside of the
chest.
Daisy still can't look away.
-I can touch his heart. See? I can even shrink.
Palm plunges deeper. Kikë face is distorted, but it does not
wakes up, just sharp exhales and rotated on its side.
She frowns wryly, but then suddenly starts to giggle.
Disgusting-pisklâvo. Daisy seems to be a great laugh so
the rat. If the rats were able to laugh, of course.
-His lungs so soft. Do you want to touch, Daisy?
Daisy shakes his head. No. No.
-Do you want me to know. Come on, Daisy. Take it to heart.

Whisper, barely audible, a barely perceptible. But she hears.
-Do you like it? Love, Dae-èjzi?
She pulls out a hand, lets go Kikë. Obeying strange
Daisy rises impulse view and looking her in the face. A long
time ago, in another life, the little Daisy was on tour at the
asphalt Lakes. He knows how to just stupid animals linked
in a thick resin and how painfully died, sinking deeper and
deeper.
Looking into her eyes, he feels such a beast.
-Can be silent. I myself know. You will not disappoint me,
Daisy, you
will not disappoint you. Do you want to know what's inside.

Louder. Firmer. More confident.
-Why did you resign? You want. And you can. He believes
you are not afraid of you. You could kill him right now.

-For good reason. Kill someone such a beautiful, such a close
to ... You're
you know how it is. You remember.
-No! -It's too. It peregnula stick. When he died the first time,
past died with him.
Daisy straightens her back, pulls forward arm. A little
shakes up the toy.
She shudders, contorting face built piece by piece, rugged
terrible seams.
-You have will not work.
-Check.
Toes Daisy those talons really dig into the soft flesh of a
teddy bear. Let's check.
Look at how she will love it.
Stuart washed out-pink night dress is colored red.
She angulated, zahodâs′ in a scream, fall to the floor.
-It hurts, it hurts, stop!
Creek is earning his loud vshlipami.
-Go away. Beat it.
She raises her head and the second their views again
intersect.
Her eyes are full of the undying longing that makes you want
to go and
Hang himself, only to no longer see such ever.
Sorry, it doesn't help. And nothing will help, probably. Eyes
He grabbed the first toy.
Only when she disappears, Daisy learns that she was crying.

-What happened? Had this nightmare? -Kikë rises on
the elbow. Still awake.
Daisy shudders and nods, suppose a broken toy.
Kikë only weary sighs.
-Go here. Do not zažimajsâ into a corner, I told you I don't
one interferes.
Daisy gently move up closer, is nearby.
-Spy, Daisy. Everything is good.
When it says Kikë not believe impossible.
Falling asleep, Daisy thinks about what it Bubu Dura.
May, when it will be darn Hare, add in the head
more cotton.?.