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nan
once, nan brushed her hair with a hundred strokes, she put on her prettiest dress and she boarded an aeroplane. she crossed oceans and spoke to absolutely no one. but when she arrived there was no one there to smile at her, no one there to kiss, no one there at all. it's impossible to say how many years it has been. she never mentions it, and she does smile sometimes. but she's never taken off the dress. and nan never brushes her hair.

[ingredients: sculpey, acrylic paint, tea, lace, hair, boiling water, wire and a vague sense of sadness]

i really love this girl, and i'm not entirely sure why. maybe because someone needs to.