Camille:i -d-dont trust you i will neaver!!!!
She ran away from him she had hound her house she open the door and ploped on the couch pulling the blanckets to her shoulders they felt warm and she snugled in them she sat there with a lamp on and she was currled on in her blancket sheloved baby blanckets . They where made vary soft and fluff and warm she stared out side window it was dark out