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So, anyway, I’m attempting to write…again. Mostly, all I got are flash fictions, but what the heck. Enjoy if you would. XD Leave a comment, or whatever. XD
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“Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango?”
The box just sat there like a silent accusation. The bozo who left it in the passenger seat was long gone in the labyrinth of cars in the parking lot. Kat took a long drag from her electronic cigarette, willing Connie to hurry up … Read the rest
