Tag: short-stories
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Part 5
“What do you mean?” Willa looked around her, whipping her hair from side to side, trying to figure out what he meant. He winked, “Just good practice for later is all.” She didn’t inquire further, as they were now moving through the house and she was distracted by the art on the walls. Great vistas…
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A Durty Burd Writes 