Lake Lewisia #1369

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She insisted on sorting her animal crackers, which seemed like a harmless enough childhood quirk, even when she kept putting aside all the sheep for later. When her parents found a stash of them, very stale though not yet mildewed, under the bed, she became inconsolable at the thought that they would throw the inedible treats away. The cookie sheep had to be saved up in sufficient quantity to count as a good sacrifice, they were informed in dire tones, and neither of them had yet worked up the courage to ask to whom she intended to sacrifice them.

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LL#1369