For instance, this afternoon when I was helping my mom in the garden and I had a floppy straw hat atop my head.
But then Molly the dog starts chewing on little rocks and I have to pry her mouth open and reach in and pick them out.
And as I stand there with dog slobber on my hands, my fantasy dissolves.
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Hmmm. Strange. I have never had a fantasy that I am Mary Lennox. Or Annie Lennox, for that matter.
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