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Read MoreThe air in the backroom of the Puffin Muffin Lounge carried the scents of stale whiskey, cheap perfume, and something akin to brimstone and broken promises. There, Mrs. Jones was found. She was difficult to find, and obtaining her...
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I worked on it for a couple of days. I will better soon.
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I hope so. Take care of yourself.
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I’m drinking plenty of liquids
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Awesome! They never learn when they deal with the Devil and then have to give their due. Never.
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Thank you, Paula.
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Read More...a phantom weight of roller skates with no bonesto ferry clinging to the ankles, uprooting the deadnow just a shadow of nostalgia in an empty cup with dredges of dear bitter-sweet Sherry whisperingno soles for the flit of feet...
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Read More...anon shadows fall in headlights gathering fabrics of souls falling deeper into the night as the radio confesses life's innersanctum in the periphery, reflecting the city of infinite obscurity pulling asphaltover the wool
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Read Moreπ ππ½πΎππ ππ π»πππ ππ½πππ ππ½π ππΎππΉ ππ½ππππΉ π½πΆππ π·πππ π½πππΉπΎππ πΎππ π·πππΆππ½ πΆππππ ππ½π πππππ ππ» π»πΆπππππΆπππππ'π πππΆπππ ππ π πΆππ½π ππ» π·ππππ πΆππΉ πΈπ½πππππΉπππ ππ ππ½πΆπ ππ½π π»πΆπΎππ ππΈπ½πππ ππ» ππ½π π πππΉππππ'ππΈπππΈπ, πΆ ππ½πΎππ ππ π»πππ ππ½πππ ππ½π ππΎππΉ ππ½ππππΉ π½πΆππ...
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This is nice, Adagio. You have a flare with words.
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Thank you.
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Read MoreSmitten by the scent of decadence, hungering a thousand beguiles in my cold-grave of winter shade. Listening to the teapot tinkle, whispering to dead souls. In hiatus beneath the gravestones through the permafrost of high back chairs. Tasting death's...
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Toasting deaths chowder… over the sounds of ghosts nice line. Like it
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Thank you, Fia.
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I love this story. It reminds me of an old movie maybe with Humphrey Bogart. It has a Twilight Zone feel to it also.