The Little Stone House

Two weeks ago Emma and I were sitting at the table eating breakfast black coffee scrambled eggs and bacon for me the bacon fatty and underdone how I like it fruit and a glass of orange juice for her. She ignored my meal completely and said I hear snuffling noises in our bedroom what? We turned around guiltily as if we'd been caught doing a little more in the woods besides staring at a bunch of rocks but there was no one there. The cold had once more laying hands on the earth bringing with it a harsh chill and leaving the land crusty with frozen morning jule. A few weeks passed and then a few weeks more and we'd forgotten all about the little stone house

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