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[div style="borderwidth=0px; width:385px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt;"][font=arial]LUCY
[size=8pt]- ̗̀ [i]greenfinch and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird - how is it you sing? ̖́ -
 lucienne adele fournier
 her name means light bc she is the light of my life
 her constant mood is concerned. she's a little mother bird, tending to her friends and colleagues with incredible softness and care. she spends so much time looking after others, she rarely has the energy to do so for herself
 her hair is spun of gold
 cough president of the christine daae defense league achoo
 believes in fairytales. love's true kiss and happily ever afters. she believes in kindness and goodness and humanity. she'd still be putting out cookies for santa had her mother not used his nonexistence to explain why lucy didn't get presents during christmas time
 her mother rules the ballet troupe of a french opera house with an iron fist. lucy was brought up in a world of dance and song, lights and applause, smoke and mirrors. her feet were corrected more times than she was hugged. more yells than bedtime stories reached her ears
 "ta gueule! the blood in your shoes is your feet crying at your poor arch in the kitri's grand jeté. again!"
 mother knows best: the mantra that dictated lucy's childhood. save for dance lessons, she was raised apart from other children her age so she could devote herself wholly to her studies and ballet. for eighteen years mme fournier chose the clothes lucy was to wear, the style for her hair, the prompt 5 p.m. curfew
 fluent in french, english, and sign language
 delights in calico critters, cabbage patch kids, drinking grape juice from wine glasses, conspiracy theories, slasher movies; loves sculpture, lace, ribbons, curls, girls
 curiosity to rival alice's
 loves knock knock jokes, has a habit of explaining jokes that anyone with a third grade education could comprehend, but she has such a darling laugh it's excusable
 braver than she could possibly believe, especially where her loved ones' wellbeing is concerned
 appreciates and admires so much! holds so much love in her tiny body!!
 sweet little lark held captive by a cage, by a mother, by an opera house. still she sings
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[div style="borderwidth=0px; width:385px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt;"][font=arial]LUCY
[size=8pt]- ̗̀ [i]greenfinch and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird - how is it you sing? ̖́ -
 lucienne adele fournier
 her name means light bc she is the light of my life
 her constant mood is concerned. she's a little mother bird, tending to her friends and colleagues with incredible softness and care. she spends so much time looking after others, she rarely has the energy to do so for herself
 her hair is spun of gold
 cough president of the christine daae defense league achoo
 believes in fairytales. love's true kiss and happily ever afters. she believes in kindness and goodness and humanity. she'd still be putting out cookies for santa had her mother not used his nonexistence to explain why lucy didn't get presents during christmas time
 her mother rules the ballet troupe of a french opera house with an iron fist. lucy was brought up in a world of dance and song, lights and applause, smoke and mirrors. her feet were corrected more times than she was hugged. more yells than bedtime stories reached her ears
 "ta gueule! the blood in your shoes is your feet crying at your poor arch in the kitri's grand jeté. again!"
 mother knows best: the mantra that dictated lucy's childhood. save for dance lessons, she was raised apart from other children her age so she could devote herself wholly to her studies and ballet. for eighteen years mme fournier chose the clothes lucy was to wear, the style for her hair, the prompt 5 p.m. curfew
 fluent in french, english, and sign language
 delights in calico critters, cabbage patch kids, drinking grape juice from wine glasses, conspiracy theories, slasher movies; loves sculpture, lace, ribbons, curls, girls
 curiosity to rival alice's
 loves knock knock jokes, has a habit of explaining jokes that anyone with a third grade education could comprehend, but she has such a darling laugh it's excusable
 braver than she could possibly believe, especially where her loved ones' wellbeing is concerned
 appreciates and admires so much! holds so much love in her tiny body!!
 sweet little lark held captive by a cage, by a mother, by an opera house. still she sings
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; border: none;"][size=8pt][color=black][size=7pt]☾ ` ░ don't be afraid cecilia, i'm the satellite and you're the sky:. ° ✧