- WISHY-WASHY
- MARSHMALLOW
- IMPOUND
- EAGLE
- VIOLIN
- BALCONY
- ROSTER
Insides melting like a marshmallow on a spire over fire, she couldn’t hide her despair. “Jo, don’t get wishy-washy on me. This is our way out of Rockville. I made the roster. I am guaranteed to soar like an eagle. Let’s see the world! Please Josie. All our lives we’ve been impounded in this one horse town. Remember that field trip to see the Chicago Symphony? Violins, balcony seats, and we started dreaming. Don’t stop believing now.”


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