Slow Write

Beneath the pile of crunchy leaves the Iron Man lay asleep, he was dreaming of having a lovely family who he could live with.  Suddenly, he woke up at the sound of the crunchy, muddy and rusty leaves rustling. “What on earth!  It was a tiny girl.  Who knew what the little girl was doing here, looking like she was going to a party in her pretty purl white dress that went down to her knees.


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