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"Inside the lines, I too, can see the outside, I have no need to touch it."
District Eight
Sew me into the background, then I will thrive.
Dottie walked into her home, a smile across her face as the smells of her Mother's scented candles made their way to her nose. "Mother, Do I smell Lemon-rose today?" She said, tilting her head to the side in a childish manner, she loved her parents so much. "Ha-ha, you guessed it Honey-Bee!, I'm also making some Lemon-skin grain cookies." Her mother Darla smiled, though money was tight, her Mother always seemed to use things to the fullest, so it almost seemed as though they were better off than others. "Mother, I aced my test today. Can you believe that the teacher mis-spelled Pseudoantidisestablishmentarianism? I mean, She needs a dictionary to write her own test!" Dottie laughed as her Father walked in, he looked tired as always from working on the machines. "Dear? would you like some Lemon tea? It always helps." Her Mother said caringly to Dottie's Father as she pulled a chair over for him, prepared to look at the usual gashes he came home with. Dottie smiled and nodded, already holding out the pitcher of tea to the glass, when her Father replied his usual yes. Several hours later, the three were sitting down for dinner, taking bites of Pea-soup after her Father had said the evening prayer. "Ah-men." Her Father said, nodding so they could eat. "Papa, tomarrow could you perhaps put some oil on my Threader? You see it's been a tad sqeaky, and I have work tomarrow." Dottie said, giving a generous smile to her Father. "Of course child, but please do hurry and finish your soup, it's getting late." He replied, taking a small sip of Lemonade. Dottie smiled, taking one last swig of her tea before putting her dishes in the sink and running upstairs.
Dining room (They don't have a living room.) 
Dottie's Bedroom 