I have a gypsy in my soul. At night I slip out into the moonlit forest to dance by the wagons - skirts twirling, heels tapping, fingers clicking and gold hoop earrings flashing with the light of the campfire. Then I hear the house calling to me: "come back, there are dirty dishes in the sink and crumbs on the carpet". Adventure over, an apron appears round my waist.
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