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Esmé frowned at the faded crumple of plaid and khaki. She had started the garden bed as usual, charming the tools to dig and till, after all, she was nearly 117, her back wasn’t what it used to be. But she loved the feel of the earth in her fingers, so she made the effort
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“DARRYL WAYNE ALLEN if you play that god-forsaken song on my jukebox ONE MORE TIME.” “ifn you don’t want the song played whydoya keep it in there?” “you know damn well why, don’t be an ignoramus” – Faun huffed from behind the diner counter and turned to Loquacious Jones, “huny do you need a refill?”
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Chad was pretty drunk already as he stumbled up the jetway. The girl at the counter had tried to say something to him, she was a solid 6 but he couldn’t be bothered to stop for anything less than an 8 so he pretended to take a call and kept on going. Whoa Was it
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Leigh Fisher 