Live on the coast of Maine in a big, old, ramshackle house. Wear high-necked, long dresses, trimmed with lace. Spend my days looking out the windows of my majestic house and/or standing by the shore, awaiting the return of my beloved fisherman boyfriend. Befriend one (1) neighborhood child and teach him how to play the piano, but allow all other children to fear me. Behave strangely so as to feed rumors that I am either a) a witch or b) an actual ghost.
(I have never actually been to Maine.)
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Maine seems so lovely and mysterious. I wonder what it's really like.
Road trip! ;)
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