Tag: Wordles
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A Bit of Pure Fiction for Sunday Whirl #280
It’s Never Just About a Back Door Slamming More like a mean demon wind, always bristling against my good nature, banging like iced-cruel fingers, he said, in that way he has with words… The back door slammed again, bruising the door frame. It was already hanging thin by its own echo. Damned kids can’t do anything…
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