She heard a sound thump and drop its way from the attic.
The fear of it pinned her.
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I wish there was some moral or didactic quality to this work, for no other reason than to put a conventional wind to my sails, to stop a free-drift to literary oblivion; but like a typical atheist who, before his slaughter, will no doubt seek the aid of God, I too, despite contrary conviction, am forever destined to wordy, generally incoherent and long-winded canvasses of thought. James Majoros http://cavalcades.blogspot.com/
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- As the Company Left....
- On the Right Track
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- Stating the Obvious
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this is, simply, GORGEOUS.
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