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Murmuring Him's

After Midnight coffee, Alice casually slipped the steeple into the pocket of her Lucky jeans. Balthazar would say it was a folly to have coffee at midnight. Alice saw it as her folly; she would let him wear her emerald mauve mascara, again.

She fondled the slopes of the steeple listening to murmuring him's.

Story by:

Laurel Kahaner

Laurelyoga@aol.com

submitted at 6:32pm

9 January 2011

Laurel Kahaner's web:

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