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Beginnings of stories I won’t ever write

When Sheila  emerged from the dressing room things seemed different. The tiger scampered past the bride’s maids, swiped one of the rotisserie chickens, and jumped into the swimming pool. Sheila’s skirt was way too short! The dark clouds gathered at the peak of the mountain and whispered to each other; their numbly voices causing the trees in […]

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