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  • Romantic Short Stories Re: The Quilt

    My eerily long shadow bounced against the babbling creek as I fished my keys out of my jeans. The creek rambled on and on, bubbling like apple cider on Thanksgiving. ...

    Thu Nov 10, 2011 10:56 pm


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— Persistence